Bal Sagoth Into The Silent Chambers Of The Sapphirean Throne Lyrics

Into The Silent Chambers Of The Sapphirean Throne Lyrics

The Words of the Forest-King on the Eve of the Nexus:
I am the immortal King
of the Deep Woods,
Servitor of the Old Gods of the Forest...
I hear the
whispered words of the trees...
Such ancient secrets they sing...
Swaying
serpents ring my oak-hewn throne,
Night and shadow are my hunting
dogs...
Ravenous, they howl to be unshackled,
That their maws may be
glutted with the blood of my foes.
Raven's claw... tooth of the
wolf
Ancient trees my brooding sentinels,
Gnarled branches clawing the
nighted heavens.
Spirits who dwell in shadow, unfurl thy darkling
wings...
Awaken, o' elder creatures of this sylvan realm,
Stalk once more
this ebon-cloaked eve.
I hear the whispered words of the trees,
Such
ancient secrets they sing...
I stand now at the anvil,
Adamantine hammer
in my hand,
In thunder-song the steel I smite,
A clarion heard throughout
this land.
(Yawning wide beneath me...) the jaws of the worm...
(hearken,
the spell is woven...) the call of the worm...
Raven's claw... tooth of the
wolf
Ablaze upon the Altar of Stone,
The Sigil of An-rayuth, the
summoning!
Folk of the Mist, Dwellers in Shadow,
The thrice-blessed wand
of the Wood-Gods is beckoning!
At the aeon-swathed Shrine of the Oak I
kneel,
O' Oracle of the Great Forest, hear me this night...
The Sylvan
Oracle Speaks:
The gods of the earth and sky are watching, the circle is
nigh on complete... the nexus is
at hand. But hearken... for a new enemy
approaches from the east... an enemy who hide
their poisoned blades behind
words of falsehood sweetened with the ichors of carrion, to
bind men's minds
with fetters of deceit. Speak now, o' Liege of the Deep Woods, Master
of
Darkenhold, and the enemy shall hear you...
The Forest-King:
Yes... I
behold now the face of the encroaching foe... Hear my oath! You, clad in
gleaming
robes of sparkling saffron, engorged with the mindless adoration of
countless thralls who
bend the knee in flaccid obeisance... 'neath thine
vestments hides the rank stench of
leprous corruption! Bring not thine
cursed icons into my ancient realm... your words of
untruth shall not be
heard here! My steel is honed and thirsting for your life-ichors... aye,
and
with my dying breath I'll spit defiance in your face!
Upon my great throne
hewn of ancient oak I brood...
My mantle, the leaves stirred by the
whispering of the winds.
The elder gods of the Deep Woods gaze grimly down
upon me...
My blood courses through the trees and the earth...
And I
watch in silence, ebon-eyed and raven-winged.
From every bough of my
kingdom...
The Lament of the Trees:
Can you not remember? Have you
forgotten the magic?
Sing to us your spells once more, and the ancient
forest shall dance to your words...
The Forest-King:
I stand now at the
anvil,
Adamantine hammer in my hand,
In thunder-song the steel I
smite,
A clarion heard throughout this land.
Can you not see the coils of
the worm all about you?
Can you not hear the writhing of the worm beneath
you?
Can you not scent the breath of the worm riding the wind?
Can you
not touch the skin of the worm in all that surrounds you?
Can you not taste
the ichors of the worm upon your tongue?
Do dreams of the worm not haunt
your slumber?
The Forest-King:
I hear the whispered words of the
trees,
Such ancient secrets they sing...
Lyrics: Byron
Music: Jonny
and Chris Maudling