The crimson sword has fallen
Upon the heavy mud
The spirit now awoken
The master lies in blood
He bursts free of his irons
To wander wild astray
His feet shall have no rest
And take him far away
Wild eyes are waking
The light is now waning
Look for the hill from which flows the crystal stream
From where the Witch's Fortress
Watch down the distant seas
The glassy lake that sleeps
Beneath Aricia's trees
Those trees in whose dim shadow
The ghastly priest doth reign,
The priest who slew the slayer,
And shall himself be slain
The untamed leaves adorn the master of the amber glade
And buried deep beneath his eyes a kindred yearning burns
Over the mountain and down in the fountain
Diana’s eyes gaze through the roots and the trees
Through ancient withered tree trunks
Which guard the sunken shrine
And tell in lofty whispers
A legend lost to time
Of trees in whose dim shadow
The ghastly priest doth reign,
The priest who slew the slayer,
And shall himself be slain
The Golden Bough is gathered
A trial shall be had
For servitude and freedom
For stature and for god
Revival of the hallow
Night gives way to dawn
A new king has been chosen
The forest be reborn!
Never to leave the realm of petal shade
And wander forever from thicket to glade
From where the Witch's Fortress
Watch down the distant seas
The glassy lake that sleeps
Beneath Aricia's trees
Those trees in whose dim shadow
The ghastly priest doth reign,
The priest who slew the slayer,
And shall himself be slain
And when the bough is plucken
The new king shall lay reign
The priest who slew the slayer,
And shall himself be slain
Bridging Nordic black metal with traditional Celtic folk, the Idaho crushers forge heavy music with a heroic medieval spirit. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 11, 2023