Blood Magic

Heads we take
Countless warriors
Endless enemies
Faces that look the same
The trophy hall stained red
Vortex of power
Piercing the sky
Might and dominion
Embracing our territory
Warning all who come against us
Heads taken from worthy opponents
Souls of warriors bound to our will
Such is the price to make war on us
Your head is ours
The moment you ride forth
Taste of blood
Battle Frenzy roused
The trophy hall stained red

The Spear

The spear is my only truth
For the point leads the way
The way leads to emptiness
Emptiness contains the spirit
Spirit is my only truth
With all human history erased
No knowledge of self within society
No culture to know of
No infant religion to speak of
For religion is culture worshipping itself
That is truth
To become the earth
The universe to become you
I know no incantation
No special words
No ritual movements
No man made altar
No recorded season
No special date
No gods
No goddesses
I have no name
I know only natural breath
I know spirits
I know the Spirit
Form leads to formlessness
Empty space contains victory
Before a touch is laid
Oh, that touch
To touch and be untouchable
That is the way of the spear
The elements of earth along my spine
The elements in my hand
The sight in my eye
Understanding upon my head
To touch and be untouchable
That is the way of the spear
The silent web of magic unseen
The density of air that makes him hesitate
The hesitation that brings defeat
To touch and be untouchable
To cut and be uncuttable
To pierce and be unpierceable
To be nothing and everything
The spear has brought my only truth

The Way Brought Us Here

I have known betrayal
I have known pain
My brother, my comrade
What brought us here?
Here we stand
What a sad story
What could have been?
Yet perhaps
We can embrace one last time before we die
Indeed, I have known betrayal
I have known loyalty
Loyalty is a measure uncountable
I will die for you
I will split my stomach open with blade
Here and now
For a man can ask for nothing more
Than loyalty and love
Yet perhaps
We can embrace one last time before we die
With heart and sword
For fate has brought us here…

Song Of The Wolf

High on the hill
In the aged dark house
I hear the lone wolf
Late at night I hear him
Screams of rage
Echoing into the darkness
Cries of fury
Cascading through the forest
The sounds haunt me
Haunt my sleep
Why does he wail such?
What secret does he hide?
If you see him in the sun
Do not intrigue
For it is a song to be left alone
Alone the wolf must howl
To an unknown moon

Lugh

Lugh

I am art
I am free
I am living art
Beauty is the reflection
Mind only seeking perfection
Art speaks with eloquence
Art walks with dignity
I am blessed
I am cursed
For art is ever unobtainable
Ever lacking
I am ugly
I am a monster
When I am not art
I am that
That thing that cannot be named
Art created it
It came from the reflection of beauty
It is hungry
It is dominating
I can not stop it
Because I love it
Because I hate it
Art is what created it
Solitude art brings
Contempt art creates
The silence of all
Ghost that passes by
One they see yet never speak of
Words that speak passion
Words that bring no response
Eyes that see beauty
Eyes that see a fallen world
Madness
Shift
Hostility put upon you
Looking down upon you
Betrayal
Disbandment
Fight to maintain honour
A world wishing my honour destroyed
Appearance is the first perception of hate
Every word they say
Every look they give
Competition in this world
Creates nothing but hostility
I know why you are hostile
I know why you hate
For I am art
For I am free
You despise what you can not obtain
You despise what you have not done
When you despise me
You despise yourself
In that I find pleasure of knowing
If you believe I might know
Know that I do
These thoughts are thirteen paces ahead
Your footwork has catching up to do
So go be spiteful
Feed me your hate
I am hungry
I will feed you beauty
I will feed you living art