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12 Winter Moons Comes the Witches Brew | Full Album Lyrics

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12 Winter Moons Comes the Witches Brew

(2018)
TypeAlbum (Studio full-length)
GenresAtmospheric Black Metal, Progressive Metal
LabelsTranscending Obscurity Records
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Lyrics > A > Arkheth Lyrics (9) > 12 Winter Moons Comes the Witches Brew Lyrics (4)
Submitted by level 21 Eagles (2018-03-07)
1. Trismegistus (7:10)
Lord of wisdom, magic and science, emancipator of Man
Your power flows through the waxing of Luna, none with more
profound a well of wisdom

Greatest of teachers
Shepherd of Man
Revealer of the ways
Where hath thine gone too?
Why desert us now?
Is all hope abandoned?

Hermes Trismegistus, Thrice Greatest
from dust you are a God
But why are we here?
To kill and rape in fear for a fools love of gold?

Trials through suffer, through misery
Magic through madness, unfettering
But are the secrets now lost... forever!

Will you return now for the weighing of sin?

Calls to the wild all putrid and vile yet liberating and so free
I call to the moon she reveals a truth
I stumble and loose from my grip

With urgency now yet unsure I remain
I realise my folly yet persisting in vain
Clarity I seek, the present still bleak,
Uncertainty now over an unwelcoming doom kingdoms will rise
and fall once again and gold will remain the Gods of all Men
With knowledge and truth
and wisdom aside the furture of Men now sinks with the tide
2. Dark Energy Equilibrium (11:05)
Every day comes and every day falls
with the feint burning whisper of the Witches tongue
In the silent woods in the deepest deep,
in the coldest forest where Evil sleeps

There a cauldron boils upon the cursed soil
and a full moon gazes with a glistening eye
A spell is cast with no more witches to burn,
after the king and his men have raped the fruits of this Earth

Let the lunch mobs come, release the hounds of war
Take the side of The One who turned your babes into whores
With the tongue of a frog and the eyes of shrew
The blood of a goat, She makes this nasty brew

And all the king's horses and all the king's men
will never put the world back together again
With the taste from its tongue all knowing Great Old One
shall spew forth the fires that will cleanse once more

It is the same
Above and below
It is the same

And I am tired, of all the lies and the games
The puzzle is fraught with many dangerous ways
The root of all laughter, the root of all sin
it stirs from a deeper darker fire within

But I am so tired of this burden we bare,
the wine of The Son is the poison we share
Yet I will night rest through the heat of the night
until skin turns to ash in the forbidden light

12 Winter Moons Comes the Witches Brew,
a spell has been cast to turn things vile and wicked
The impiety and greed that makes the mortar of men;
the ships sailing faster until the edge of the end

12 Winter Moons Comes the Witches Brew,
a spell has been cast to turn things vile and wicked
When the moon is full and Saturn calls to his children
the folly of men will be unmade til the last

Gaia, your beauty ravaged by a plague, feeble and unworthy
Master of Masters, why have you abandoned the beasts of Khem?
To regress?
Lords of The Cycles show me the way;
guide me to the path I dare not stray
3. Where Nameless Ghouls Weep (8:01)
We lurk in the misty hollows,
way down in the deep
Way down in the swaps of sorrow,
where nameless ghouls weep

Icy tombs, ashen bones, rotting corpses, you're alone
There's no light and there's no day
Silhouette's stare off in the rain

Jump into the swamp with me,
I'm the Saint of the Damned
So vile and so filthy, you're no regular man

Walk with me in the grey and bleak,
walk with me in the night
Deep in the heart of misery
there's no way that things will be alright

Fiendish sprites, victims of madness
1000 souls to the fire
Fiendish sprites, victims of madness
Led to the swamp by the piper

Fiendish sprites, victims of madness
Forever hollow and bleak
Fiendish sprites, victims of madness
Seducers of the weak

Naked to the fire, more guillotines
Naked to the fire, to the swamp his soul
Naked to the fire, more guillotines
This swamp it seethes

Jump into the swamp with me,
I'm the Saint of the Damned
So vile and so filthy, you no longer a man
4. The Fool Who Persists in His Folly (6:05)
5. A Place Under the Sun (8:46)
From the womb of the Earth we've come
To burn, to dig and to soil the Mother of All Creation

Mother, the wind whispers my name
It calls me to shame, for greed we have burned
Father, reveal wisdom to me
Let your thoughts flow, set Gaia free

The life of the last blood with see the final day
Rivers run dry, cities of fire, no man or beast to rule this world
Tears of the ravaged soul will wash them all away

Our Mother Gaia reborn
The final fall for us all

The forces of nature,
Mother Nature has spoken
The seas will rise beneath blackening skies
The Earth will divide and never birth Men again

The Father of Wisdom, our Father has spoken
And fell on deaf ears for man shall not hear
what does not glisten with gold

Gaia, your beauty ravaged by a plague,
feeble and unworthy
Master of Masters,
why have you abandoned the beasts of Khem?
To regress?
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