 A tale from the deep woods lyrics ( Bal sagoth )   
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 Rate A Tale From The Deep Woods
Artist : Bal sagoth
Song : A tale from the deep woods
The ravens are on the wing!
My scramasax is red (stained with the blood of
many Mercian warriors),
The ravens are on the wing,
By Offa`s decree I am an outlaw,
Branded wolfshead by my own king.
(The orm-garth awaits me, darkly astir with
ophidian malice...)
The ravens are on the wing!
Ash for our spear-hafts,
Yew for our bow-staves,
Oak for our deck planks,
Oak and elder our shields.
Hail, o` great liege of the ancient woods, ruler
of the deepest forest... you, who were reigning
o`er your time-veiled kingdom centuries before
the arrogant men who proclaim themselves kings of
this island ever supped of life`s bitter-sweet
draught...
I give you my hail,
I give you my blood,
I give you my life,
O` sylvan liege.
My life bleeds forth unto the earth (from many
deep and dire wounds),
To slake your roots, great old king... (as I rest
my battle-ravaged body against thee.)
The ravens are on the wing!
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