Stoking The Embers Of Her Charred Corpse Lyrics & Chords By Thanatoseptis

On December eve The good folk, The faeries of auld, Are more powerful than angels, They dance in the cold. The good folk On December eve, With fires burning high, ...read more

Dance along the fire pit: Flames burn high in frozen night, Her crystal eyes burn with sight. Deep in forest of evergreen: Cyclical auld existence looms, Each disrobing of...read more

She stretches over me, She stretches over me, The prairie night sky: Screech owl wings. I can feel my will Begin to reveal... I can feel my will Advance for the kill ...read more

Under her dark wings Fires rage again. Screech owl: Creative will of fire-wrath. Burning the greenest of wood I follow the serpent's path. Prove up and then prove again, ...read more

For the moon tells me so, As does anxious snow, This is how I know, For the wind tells me so. All these burnings in her, Beaming red; ruby-pure, Shine through the...read more