Lux Divina
possession 4 fagus sylvatica
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Vault of beeches in autumn,
The thunder, the loneliness and the great silence â¦
Golden sparkles and deep valleys,
The creek, the sadness and the howling of the decadent Sun â¦
Wound dries, cold winter⦠and the great silenceâ¦
The beechwoods that possess the atmosphere,
The man, the death and the howling of the Decadent sun â¦
Tragedies above the smokewaters,
Beyond the red fields of pain...
We donât fear the cold scythe of time...
Because the wounds are now black and deepâ¦
Our cold heart burns
Children of the beechtree...
At Faguâs coronationâ¦
Our clear voice sounds
Sounds like a hymn to Bathoryâ¦
That our cold heart suffersâ¦