Strix Nebulosa - Blackthorn

Out from her lair we stepped into the light

Deep forest was in our sight

Glades seemed avulsed wounds on the firmament

With bonelike branches a quiet moon was pent

Take heed, for no one’s able to dissolve

The slumbrous mists these lands evolve

However, I have powers to define

A shape of the fiercest sister of mine

Don’t trust silence of the forest

Don’t yield to softness of this grass

Save yourself while you can

Ominous fog rose from marshes and crowned

Tops of ash trees that towered around

Down at their roots lurked countless ghostly maids

In semblance of insentient pale shades

And there I met her glorious and decayed

Her clawed hands around my throat were laid

Vehemence sparked in her electrum eyes

Then she soared up with me into the skies

We’ll fly through the fog

Reviving an ancient rite

Higher and higher

Till this world is out of sight

The witch spread her wings to the moon

In the triumph of might unsung

And she soared in a supreme swoon

Till her limbs with the light were one

Don’t trust silence of the forest

Don’t yield to softness of this grass

Save, but it is too late

I want to be inside of you

To feel what it’s like to lose purity

And forfeit sanity

Fear us not because we lead you to the edge

And push you off it, but because

We’re the depth swallowing you up without a trace

Not only my flesh but my soul was numb

With dread too strong to overcome

However beautiful this thrilling flight

Your fall will soon epilogize the night

We’ll fly through the fog

Reviving an ancient rite

Higher and higher

Till this world is out of sight

But no salvation brought that dire fall

Since something caught me for new thrall

And as a fragile grave rose lay your head

On my breast — coldest than a marble bed

We’ll fly through the fog

Reviving an ancient rite

Higher and higher

Till this world is out of sight

Drown yourself in the obscure deep

Let another story cross your sleep