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Hymns of a Forgotten Homeland Full Album Lyrics

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Hymns of a Forgotten Homeland

TypeAlbum (Studio full-length)
GenresAtmospheric Black Metal, Ambient
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Lyrics > T > Twilight Fauna Lyrics (37) > Hymns of a Forgotten Homeland Lyrics (6)
Submitted by level 15 Rousseau (2015-07-26)
Side A  
1. Coming Home (A Wilted Harvest) (7:11)
A pilgrimage made over stone
under valleys of pine and oak
feel the remnants of a people once proud
a wilted harvest grows over bones

This land that I love is overcome with sorrow
murdered by its own forgotten peoples
orphans in a world time long passed by

Enter the old hills of ghosts
frozen in a time long ago
this wilted harvest is what I call my home
2. Baying in the Hills (7:45)
Howls pierce the mist
a chill in the predawn air
await the rising sun
under the starlit sky

It wasn’t about destruction
it was about survival
now an antiquated tradition,
a forgotten memory of a time long past

As memory fades to twilight
The hounds still bay under the pines
A long forgotten echo of the night

Cries in the mist
3. An Autumn Longing (4:36)
The fog rolls through the hills
gliding over the stream
under southern skies
I yearn for

Memories stolen from a mind
longing for old dreams
under autumn skies
I yearn for
Side B  
4. Roots Stained by Time (9:00)
Walk the hills at twilight, under grey skies
mark the passage of time, generation by generation
waiting to die

In the hollows, covered in pines
hidden from sight, morning air stays cold
as the sun refuses to rise
so we kneel, sinking into clay
stained by roots fortified by time

Streams cut through the fields, the pulse of the mountain side
the still sits empty, a shrine to a modern empty life
bear witness to roots stained by time

arise, wash the dirt from your face, wake with the rising sun
spread your roots, clean your roots, cut your roots, cut your roots
5. The Wind Chimes through the Trees (6:48)
The absence of time, an apparition

Mid-July as the seasons pass
think back to a lost time
of years long past
knowing you will be alone
the last remnant of your kind

Scraping by living for the night
living in dreams, a frightened existence
needing hope, fading hope
under twilight sign
rust is eating the nails of my life
my life is gone
the barn is gone
my life is gone
my time is gone
6. Of River Willows (3:58)
The rise and fall of the river
stirs fellowship with the world
wild waters, whispering willows,
tireless wind and a scream in the moonlight
man needs isolation to be one with the earth

White light on gleaming sand
a wild yearning where the willows stand
water more musical than comprehension
an elemental tune
the sight a revelation of nature
the only honest truth

Drifting down, watching the shore
feels like I’m coming home
I know it’s only a memory
when I go back now it’s all gone
stolen from my ancestors
that cared for this land
I know it’s only a memory
when I go back now it’s all gone

Drifting down, watching the shore
feels like I’m coming home
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