Lyrics

Our force descends toward war-torn tempest With bristling knives, carmine wrapped Rain snaps Freezing spears for battle's map Rage rides 'neath the spate Of sky's clean sap Riastrad Lugh: Remake me Riastrad Remake Me Dancing swords Hail down like acorn seeds Blades from trunks - begin Light from hard oak Our sovereign twigs speed from holy mounds Life makes Night's spokes Riastrad Lugh: Remake me Riastrad Remake Me Holy mounds - begin Light from hard yew Regal violence is unsheathed Gae Assail Remake me A form of twigs Like the fiery yew blade Unyielding Our spears sing Sweetness spun They plow fields To sever breath Gasping fear Men - furrowed - plunge Warmth ripped From each rib-cage nest
Writer(s): Sol Ether Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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