Home
As I lay down to sleep, I dream of my home long ago
I see the green grass blowing by the cool wind along the hillsides
and the mountains in the distance with the icy peaks
I smell the bountiful scent of heather and see its wondrous color
and in the distance I hear the familiar sounds of the bagpipes playing their old tune
As I walk to the village of old, I see the young children playing in their colorful kilted skirts
The women busy doing their chores and the men talking of future plans
On the hillside, the young men are tending the sheep as
young maidens watch in joy of who will be their future husbands
How I wish I could be there as I had in the past but all this is a vision and once will be no more
now when I wake, I see the big city that now takes the place of the village
that was once called home.
How I wish I could be there as it was before when the rushing pace of today
does not take place and there was joy all around instead of despair.
I see the green grass blowing by the cool wind along the hillsides
and the mountains in the distance with the icy peaks
I smell the bountiful scent of heather and see its wondrous color
and in the distance I hear the familiar sounds of the bagpipes playing their old tune
As I walk to the village of old, I see the young children playing in their colorful kilted skirts
The women busy doing their chores and the men talking of future plans
On the hillside, the young men are tending the sheep as
young maidens watch in joy of who will be their future husbands
How I wish I could be there as I had in the past but all this is a vision and once will be no more
now when I wake, I see the big city that now takes the place of the village
that was once called home.
How I wish I could be there as it was before when the rushing pace of today
does not take place and there was joy all around instead of despair.
Eternity
Here we stand under the sacred Oak
in the fullness of the Moon.
Holding hands and promising hearts
from here to the end of time
As the Druid priest places
a blessing upon us
and the red leather
has been laid across our hands
Our hearts are bound for eternity
Two hearts, One love
May the Goddess bless us both
For her, we will be fruitful
and possess the care of the of the land.
We are together, here and now
Before the Gods of the Old
As we have been together in past and so the present
from this life to the next.
I promise from here to my dying breathe
My heart has been offered in your safe keeping
My life for yours, to keep and protect
My love is yours for warmth and joy
As yours is mine for the same.
in the fullness of the Moon.
Holding hands and promising hearts
from here to the end of time
As the Druid priest places
a blessing upon us
and the red leather
has been laid across our hands
Our hearts are bound for eternity
Two hearts, One love
May the Goddess bless us both
For her, we will be fruitful
and possess the care of the of the land.
We are together, here and now
Before the Gods of the Old
As we have been together in past and so the present
from this life to the next.
I promise from here to my dying breathe
My heart has been offered in your safe keeping
My life for yours, to keep and protect
My love is yours for warmth and joy
As yours is mine for the same.
Soul
From the Gates of Hell I arose from the ashes
spreading deceit throughout the land
Death and despair is what I leave behind.
The stench of decay fills the air
Such a sweet sweet smell to my senses
The taste of blood drips upon my tongue.
Ears hear only lies, eyes filled with horror
Screams echo through the night
for I come to claim your soul.
spreading deceit throughout the land
Death and despair is what I leave behind.
The stench of decay fills the air
Such a sweet sweet smell to my senses
The taste of blood drips upon my tongue.
Ears hear only lies, eyes filled with horror
Screams echo through the night
for I come to claim your soul.
Skull
Ash white and oblong is the shape you'll be
for once you held the knowledge from the very tree
two holes that are round and visions you only see
for roses are a scent that you will never smell
and your words are gone and will never come around.
for once you held the knowledge from the very tree
two holes that are round and visions you only see
for roses are a scent that you will never smell
and your words are gone and will never come around.
Battleground
Death as black as the raven’s wing
carried from the earth to the land of Hades
There is no grief, no sorrow, only relief,
Blood as red as the deepest Rose
flows from the wound that you have caused
each drop like a tear from the heavens
Stench pungent as the battle of war
Carried on the winds thru heaven and hell
Such a sweet smell to carry my soul
Love as meaningless as life itself
Never caring and always taking
Shall become nothing less for me.
carried from the earth to the land of Hades
There is no grief, no sorrow, only relief,
Blood as red as the deepest Rose
flows from the wound that you have caused
each drop like a tear from the heavens
Stench pungent as the battle of war
Carried on the winds thru heaven and hell
Such a sweet smell to carry my soul
Love as meaningless as life itself
Never caring and always taking
Shall become nothing less for me.