Lyrics:
the day I'm dead
Got an oaken heart
Oh got an oaken heart
An oaken heart
Don't worry mother it will be alright
A little bit nostalgic get me through
Burning skies
More than I had room for in my mind
Oaken leaves and your eyes
Now fall has passed us
Gone as soon as it came
And I stare, among the ashes
of the hill
Up into the cold wind facing
In stiff battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun racing
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein
of the hill
Up into the cold wind facing
In stiff battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun racing
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein
of the hill
Up into the cold wind facing
In stiff battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun racing
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein
Gone now is the Oaken man
All hollowed through
Far out on the soaking sands
I rise anew
Gone now is the walking world
All trampled through
There are
Sickly sequoioideae
Rests in catatonic state
Moat of thorns surround
Crawled out on a limb
Too far away from home
So far below me
Cradle oaken
Bough
Bewildered and earthbound;
Veiled under an oaken crown
Eyes of phantom flame look beyond:
Mirrored
Glass-like orbs upon the pond
A witch at one with
Where the magic stream flows,
Through the shining woods,
Blue grass of wisdom grows
Around the oaken roots...
Where golden dragons fly
Midnight suns bid moors farewell, retreats from charging dusk
Mountains echo, curfews bell, signal ending tasks
They place their faith in oaken
Midnight suns bid moors farewell, retreats from charging dusk
Mountain echo, curfews bell, signal ending tasks
They place their faith in oaken
to be
Whatever I want to see
Whatever I can front
For I am now free
So free
So free baby I'm so free
Morning has broken
Over woods of oaken
Through all I
etched in his face
Dragged through the dirt and placed upon the oaken altar
With nowhere to turn, his vacant eyes don't seem to falter
In the light
blanket folds
An oaken switch, a candle, a blade
This is where I call my home
Spires and spindles sleeping under mountain blanket folds
An oaken switch,
This release I shall permit
Lust for answers drives us
Past the painted whore
Walk the path of sacrifice
Descend into the core
The oaken doors swing
Like snowfall, you cry a silent storm
Your tears paint rivers on this oaken wall
Amber nectar, misery ichor
Cascading in streams of hallowed form
tender human part
Removal from my breast
The killing oaken stake
When this curse is broken
And these yellowed bones regenerate again
When this coffin
The Glare Of Sunset On The Autumn Night
Behind Deaths Angel, The Sunset-glow Darken, Shadow Thickens Under Oaken Leaves,
Soon The Last Powerstreams
of the throne
Rise up usurper
Of the oaken throne
Victory is now yours
Usurper of the throne
A battle of pride
The loser will now die
Stand up and fight
Rise
drown in grievance
On silver waters springs
This despair she sings;
"In oaken chest they keep my grief
Under the thousand tombstones
Lies
And the top made of oaken wood
And the children sat around this great table
Touched with their laughter
Ah, and that was good
Morningside
An old man died
And an elf who loved to fish
For the twinkles in the evening waves
With an oaken dish
As ye skip and spin and reel
Can ye loose thy velvet band
And send thy
unknown
Like his father carving wood, He'd have made good
Tables, chairs, and oaken chests
Would have suited Jesus best
He'd have caused nobody harm
No one
most famous son
Should have stayed a great unknown
Like his father carving wood
He'd have made good
Tables, chairs and oaken chests
Would have
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