A Pagan Winter Begins To Pass

Embrace the cold that warms the summer soul.

Under the ashes of fright the burning might
I fight through rain and storm on to winters ice cold thorn. I sent far through time
into the forest made mind and  the enchantress lead the way.
For better things are coming my way
I know the guidance will always stay
true to my heart the forest's  gift to my
my soul. I know its not to say that thicker forests
there lay the creature of pure magick possess the land
cast through ancient sand, but safety never lacking as
ye hold her cold and brittle old hand.

Under the ashes of fright the burning might
I fight through rain and storm on to winters ice cold thorn. I sent far through time
into the forest made mind and  the enchantress lead the way.
For darker nights to pray unto danger sickness
bid ye keep away from the world of the dammed
and to my villages I sacrifice my soul my family my king
and my GODDESS. I know its not to say that thicker forests
they lay the creature of pure magick possess the land
cast through ancient sand, but safety never lacking as
ye hold her cold and brittle old hand.

Under the ashes of fright the burning might
I fight through rain and storm onto winters ice cold thorn. I sent far through time
into the forest made mind and the enchantress lead the way.
For the winter is white like my passion and might
the strength to overcome all odds, blessed be the morrow gods.
I know its not to say that thicker forests
there lay the creature of pure magick possess the land
cast through ancient sand, but safety never lacking as
ye hold her cold and brittle old hand.