The Old Ones Are with Us - Wolves In The Throne Room

Winter is dying

The sun is returning

The ice is receding

Rivers are flowing

The ground will be fertile

The seeds they awake

The ploughs will be charmed

The spirits rejoicing

The fires are burning

The offerings are given

The children are singing

The old ones are with us

We are becoming

The drow command the fires to burn

And the wine to flow

Wraiths watch in envy

Grapes and a chalice of gold

Reign under the stars

Laughter and song in the night

Bring tears to their eyes

And my soul thaws

In the decadence of night

The dead world stirs

Here in the halls of Anwyn

The food of the dead lie untouched

Winter is dying

The sun is returning

The ice is receding

Rivers are flowing

The ground will be fertile

The seeds they awake

The ploughs will be charmed

The spirits rejoicing

The fires are burning

The offerings are given

The children are singing

The old ones are with us

We are becoming

We are becoming

We are becoming

We are becoming

Four headed dragon

Slit eyed

Crouched

Birthed

Ennobling flame

The blood flows