Thuja Magus Imperium - Wolves In The Throne Room

Redness in the east beyond the mountain

The Wheel begins to turn anew

Turning ever towards the Sun

Garlands adorn a chariot, aflame

Blood runs from the flank of a wounded stag

Turning inwards, all beings bow low

Unconcealed she flies

Then hidden by snow

Eyes pale voice of night

Black clouds bring rain

A white cloak and mantel

Enshrouds all of the great monoliths

Deities of frost crave an offering to storms

Great Firs felled by the wind

The eagle’s aerie towering windswept

Sky-lords towering above

Night-born songs descend by moonlight

A rain of jewels Calliope sings

Each one a secret word inscribed in time

Sacred bones crumble enshrined

Entombed in roots and stones

A dead sun burns in the hollow Earth

Nameless rivers of dust

This bright thread so pure

Drawn through everything that is Enslaved by ancient bonds

Beyond the mists and golden light

Beyond the darkness transcending time