jack_razor

Winter is dyingThe sun is returningThe ice is recedingRivers are flowingThe ground will be fertileThe seeds they awakeThe ploughs will be charmedThe spirits rejoicingThe fires are burningThe offerings are givenThe children are singingThe old ones are with usWe are becomingThe drow command the fires to burnAnd the wine to flowWraiths watch in envyGrapes and a chalice of goldReign under the starsLaughter and song in the nightBring tears to their eyesAnd my soul thawsIn the decadence of nightThe dead world stirsHere In the halls of Anwyn.The food of the dead lie untouchedFour headed dragonSlit eyedCrouchedBirthedEnnobling flameThe blood flows