The Coming of Lugh

Afar I have lived through mist filled eyes
Far from this world I did fly
To learn the craft of ancient’s name
Thoughts of lost blood, a lonely pain
Upon the clouds came hooves of thunder
My oaken home, lightning sundered
Upon destiny’s gate I did knock
A new world a stranger stalks
I offer my humbled hands of pride
Let us create a story to never die
I give a heart that pierces the darkest night
Arise all who suffer a wicked plight
This inferno my sacrifice of life
I shall stand beside you in any strife
I vow to die this very breath
For my love shall never suffer theft
A burning beacon when moon is high
For this love shall never die
I offer my strong hands of toil
A new seed to arise from blooded soil
Gatekeeper, I have come to reign again
Quickly, to your liege lord send
Break free from the oppressor’s will
The Ildana returns, do not be still
For millenia the flame has burned bright
Now in sight for one more fight
In death a beacon shall glow again
Until the Otherworld again does send
Gatekeeper, I have come to reign by right
Quickly, to your liege lord’s sight
Break free from the oppressor’s will
The Ildana returns, do not be still

Red King

I am the Red King

Chorus of the wild, my song they do sing

Ever have I been and ever will I be

Pillar of all suns, leaves of eternal tree

Religion I know not, unbound I am free

Single path I know, sacred if thou be

I am the blood that bleeds red

The great cycle ever fed

I am the beating heart aflame

True king without a name

Rising Tide

Waves of turmoil and thundering skies
The Huntsman, the storm he rides
Brothers and sisters, the tides do rise
To ever drown the oppressor’s lies
Ride the tides of chaos high
Rise the will to never die
Rejoice, we shall rejoice
Those who act with no choice
For those who crawl, chained to follow
Shall rise to lead beyond sorrow
Those who lead with tyrant’s grip
Fleeting, their world does slip
For we shall dance in the garden’s bloom
Of castles that burn in fated doom
We shall see their mansions fall
A gift of nothing, ever small
For does our blood not bleed red?
No longer seek the meal once fed
For he born low shall rise as king
He born high, his fall we sing
May old world laws be swept away
The rising tide, her ever sway
Royalty shall fall to never return
Worthless crowns shall ever burn
For we shall dance, hope our song
A new world, an old road long

I Hunger, I Thirst

I seek war not upon the living, nor upon the dead
I war upon myself, one of past mislead
Self of day gone, daily must die
Today I shall slay my self hidden lie
I seek not to trespass nor trample another
Already I dine beside lost sisters and brothers
Oaths cast in blood, roaring in night
Storm winds blind single thy sight
There are promises I must keep
The honeyed whispers of woken sleep
To purify my spirit, lightning’s sacrifice
The sacred last breath of my life
I ever hunger and ever I thirst
For all I love, I vow to die first

Patient Frenzy

Beloved strangers, veiled faces known
How many lifetimes have we grown?
Shadowed comrades, fated to meet
The twisted path we do seek
Do you see the stars this night?
An eternal union, eye’s delight
A fire will burn that awaits my voice
Tell me a tale of one with no choice
A fire will burn that awaits my glare
A union of shadowed faces stare
There is dirt that awaits my touch
Ever wounded and never a crutch
A cup of nectar awaits my desire
I raise my glass to this unknown fire
To you who walks the path of fate
Ever destined is our date
For the sun speaks of a time to come
A ship to sail, failure to ever shun
If first I fall and fail to rise
Upon storm winds spirits will ride
For the winds carry the unknown fate
The winds do guide this destined date
I await the day we meet
In silence we shall first greet
Tonight of this shadowed moon
I do praise the forest groom
Tonight under stars we see
The maiden grows to ever be
This night I raise my glass to you
This path of fate our only due

Oak Heart

I am Father of the Forest, Son of the Earth
Sower of seed, each sprout a new birth
Hungry roots pierce deep the land
Shadowed leaves fall, a whispered lost clan
My deepest of love, you I shall shield
King of the heart, Oak of the field
I fear not the axe nor thunder above
I fear the slow rot, the thought of lost love
Your burden my kindred, I shall ever bear
The stars and the moon, remember with care
The sun does grant bliss and taketh away
By lightning, lightning shall be my last day

Servant of the Shield Wall

My life shall make you strong
My fate, will it be long?
Upon my hand you shall stand
Oak of the Field, King of the Land
My hand shall deliver you power
From oath I shall never cower
My hand shall bring you strength
Walk upon blades of any length
I shall be the first to fall
Quickly now brethren, stride ever tall
I shall be the first to feel
From death, can we steal?
I care not why you will kill
Nor why in fire you shall fall ever still
When will you feel shield’s final weight?
What choice did you lose this date?
What oath has been lost?
What vow has been tossed?
What path did you choose?
What honour did you lose?
When hang you shall from sacred oak
Weight of the shield, the final yoke

The Shaman’s Flame

When lone is the moon of night
When high is the sun of light
In fate place a single trust
Cycles rotate, cycles thrust
Feel the heart and pulse of land
Bedrock breath on which you stand
Does there exist an edge?
Has the shadow ever bled?
In seed is divine oak near
In oak is sun, he glares not here
Sight of brother’s riddled eyes
A heart burns far, on earth we lie
Breath cast far and draws all near
Fire tongue, can one burn fear?
Flame to roar a beacon bright
A single breath, all suns this night
Every breath to ever be
Here and now, this lone decree
Fly from cage of death’s grip
Upon true throne no breath sits
Realms to wander far and wide
This subtle stream the heart does guide
When moon is whole and flowers bleed
The wolf bane burns, destroy thy greed
When night is dark, no flame does spark
The nectar pours, banish the dark
Freedom of spirit’s unbound roar
On silver wings the stars do soar
The Shaman’s flame this night burns bright
The center, the edge, beyond and in sight
When all form fades away
Know the truth of nature’s sway
In blood return to earth’s fate
In strength you must wield this date
Know the wisest council far
Know when to draw the sword in war
Know when bright arrows soar
Know when to walk through new door
A stagnant heart, a ship not at sail
The Universe shall weep and wail
When growth does not seek the seed
The stars in silence ever bleed
Fly, fly true, fire bright
The cycle shall be thy sight
The cycle turns, return you must
For in you the spirits do put trust
Of stars under ancient sight
Of flames that burn in the night
Return, return to world of fate
Wield you must each every date
The cycle turns, return you must
For in you the spirits do put trust
Of stars under ancient sight
Of flames that burn in the night

I Bow

I hold the gift to walk high
So fragile, thankful to be alive
Humbled, I have hands to hold
Graced, I have been gifted gold
Oh, to have the eyes of sight
I submit, in your stead I shall fight
To have the ears to hear
A melody ever so near
I bow in submission to grace
In gratitude I give chase
The scent of nectar I smell
Arousal of one who once fell
Oh, the touch to taste so
Delicate flavours of sun’s golden glow
To feel the soft touch of Spring
To taste honey of Autumns’s ring
To feel the bite of Winter’s lust
To ride the passion of Summer’s trust
To wake anew and hold health
I will not waste this great wealth
I am grateful to stand
Son of the land
Ashes to earth
Oak of new birth
I bow in submission to grace
In gratitude I give chase
To embrace this world near
World of grace and fear
To live in sun’s fullest show
To bathe in moon’s seductive glow
To feel all that surrounds
My heart in passion ever pounds
Time will not come again
Not again will they send
Here and when thought far away
Call, my oath of no sway
No grace shall be left low
The Sun guides the acorn to grow
I am grateful to stand
Son of the land
Ashes to earth
Oak of new birth
I bow in submission to grace
In gratitude I give chase

Martial Art

My sacred path
My voice to not ask
For at my lowest I am this high
Two steps, fear not to die
My silent will
Frenzied mind and body still
My respect of the fallen high
In death they did not die
I offer a humble sacrifice of pain
Blood and sweat, secret fame
My back pushed against the wall
Ever forward, never feel small
Doors are closed, reason well known
I am the Golden Boar, the Oak strong grown
Odin, my heart aflame
My mind not sane
Fill me with your divine will
The low will not take my fill
Thor, my hands iron strength
I will travel to any length
Into lands and paths unknown
Oak of the Field sky high grown
Tyr, my mind’s eye keen
The unseen now seen
Victory from defeat, rise high
To rise when they wish me to die
Freya, Lady so dear
Witness me, cast away my fear
Judge me, reveal my flaw
Honour me, my love is raw
Freyr, sun’s golden glow
Beneath, the Oak high does grow
My voice to sooth with might
Will to cast the hateful away from sight
Lugh, my golden hand skilled
Master of arts all, my heart filled
Long handed and striker fierce
Inspired, my heart is pierced
Morrigan, Queen of shadow’s sight
I give this to you, bless this night
Banshee’s wail, the hero’s call
In death my love shall never fall
My sacred path
My voice to not ask
For at my lowest I am this high
Two steps, fear not to die
Seek to hate and cast me low
Mirror revealed, who must grow?
Self hatred, take responsibility of self
Choice will make you another on the shelf
Seek to curse and hate me so
My confidence is not yours to cast low
Slam doors and cast my back to wall
Ever forward, I shall never crawl
For at my lowest I am this high
Two steps, fear not to die