Vow of Thorns
The lyrics of Vow of Thons
Folk black metal with a progressive doom atmosphere.
Demo EP to be released soon.
The last moments of which was beautiful
Our final summer comes to an end.
Its colours fade to ash
It’s life crumbles ‘neath my feet.
When spilled the blood of the earth
Each drop ends the days.
From the solstice in mourning
‘Til a blanket of midnight and dust.
Man knows his death
But the hour lays unclear.
The earth sees its final days,
The last moments before our eyes.
‘Til the sisters of spring shall blow.
Loose clouds, like Earth’s decaying leaves, are shed.
No light spreads
From the dim verge of the horizon.
The dying year, to which this closing night bestows,
It will be the aim of a vast sepulcher.
Dirge.
Naught overgrown with azure moss and flowers,
Earth’s decaying leaves are shed.
Earth is decaying.
Spurned, the ungrowing trees.
Each withered – the unlife of nature.
Each renounced their existence.
Their now forsaken husk
Forever a wooden epitaph
Etched in all that once lived
The words which they bear
Share the sadness of their Mother
And they will lay here
In this seedless grave, ‘til winter.
Never will they grow
Never will they move
The words that they carry,
Through life, it was their journal
and their bark was their scribe.
A wood-etched epitaph.
...and there I saw them.
The last flight of the last flock.
Wings upon the wind
Each beat, a breath to waste
The inner fire, through wind.
It fades.
Not since I’ve seen them.
When a hundred silent wings
Left holes in the crying clouds
Amid the sky’s commotion
Gaze upon the tears of nature
As they fall from their canopy.
Gaze in worsening despair,
With a dire hope for the day
Where angels fall from heaven
And their bodies dress the ground with white.
A hope that the cold will cleanse our mistakes
Hiding what we’ve slain.
The land’s wounds will bleed
‘Til they are scabbed with frost,
And bandaged by snow.
I’ve found where I belong.
No paths to search, naught bags to burden.
I’ve carried nothing
And the snow still splits the branches from their body.
I carry nothing
Yet it is nothing that makes me weary.
It is the nothing that is the thorn in my side.
The briers I pass over my hand
They are nothing anymore
And I am weary.
Unknowing beyond emptiness.
The enclosure clears.
For I’ve found where I belong.
No paths left ahead to search
Never again will the thorn draw my blood
And the snow will never burden me.
I have seen each tree shed it’s leaves
To a blanket of decay over the cold.
But it is the frost that is my blanket
In decay, I claw at rest.
Awaken, frostbitten and still.
Brushing the snow off my shoulders
The last angels shaken from their clouds
and turn their eyes away.
My last words
Written as tears in the freezing waters.
‘twill be what I am remembered by.
All which walked have collapsed
And in the sky, have fallen
Only the dying land will read my last page.
If the water can remember,
Then there is always another step.
But over mourning water
It will all wash away.
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