Luyện nghe bài hát The Forest Whispers My Name

Black candles to an overture
but I am drawn their flickering lure
to the breathing forest that the room
the vigilant trees push out of the womb

I sip the wine
my thoughts weigh with the burden of time
from knowledge from the fountain of life
from Chaos born out of love and the
the forest with her nocturnal call
to pull me close amid the of wolves
where the bindings of christ are down-trodden scorn
in the dark, earth

We embrace like two at death
a monument to the trapping of
as restriction is bled from the veins of my
to roses on my marbled breast
I lust for the wind and the of leaves
and the perfume of flesh on the breeze
to from the dark and the voices between

is my will...

The whispers my name...again and again

When the is full
we shall assemble to
the potent of your Queen,
my mother Diana.
She who fain would all sorcery
yet has not won its secrets,
then my mother
her, in truth
all things as yet

I walk the
to the of the Dark Immortals
Where the hungry will carry my soul
as the wild careers through the boughs

to me, my Pale Enchantress
In the moon of the woods we

be near me
in the arms of the oak
where daylight hangs by a lunar
and the horned, hidden one is

The of Evil
evolution has recalled
Beneath the spread of a Magickal
I enthralled
...In the whispering

"Pale, porch and portal,
crowned leaves, she stands,
who all things mortal,
cold immortal hands,
her lips are sweeter,
than love's who to greet her,
to men that mix and her,
from times and lands."