~)(~ Hymn of the Wyrden Wood ~)(~

Come to me, in the shadows of the eventide
Find in me, the answer to your prayers
Trust in me, to bless your troubled mind
With my solemn whispers casting
away the weakness of your bleeding heart.
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The shadows ever reigning o'er the violet-misted woods,
Sweeping through the ashes of a past long ago.
Merciless and glorious, a forest born anew
Where we will dance beneath the boughs
of the mighty Glomdoring...

In the deepest hours of the dark-hearted world,
The Night can be heard,
Breathing out the words:

Come to me, in the shadows of the eventide
Find in me, the answer to your dark prayers
Trust in me, to bless your troubled mind
With my dark whispers coaxing
away the weakness of your bleeding heart.
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As once ago the Coven danced through Gloriana's woods,
The Raven Circle cast the rites to bless the forest's realm.
What once was weak is now reborn, reborn to our new world,
Where we will bask beneath the boughs
of the mighty Glomdoring...

In the grievous moments of the dark-hearted world,
The Crow can be heard,
Cawing out the words:

Come to me, in the shadows of the eventide
Find in me, the answer to your desperate prayers
Trust in me, to bless your troubled mind
With my harsh whispers frightening
away the weakness of your wounded heart.
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Drawn forth with Summer's Song, grew once again the woods,
Destroyed by the Almighty and forsaken by her guides,
Grew once again with power, the darker forest rose
Where we will serve beneath the boughs
of the mighty Glomdoring...

In the silent musings of the dark-hearted world,
The Silent Lord is heard,
Whispering the words:

Come to Me, in the shadows of the eventide
Find in Me, the answer to your subtle prayers
Trust in Me, to bless your troubled mind
With My quiet whispers drawing
away the weakness of your feeble heart.
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What once was broken formed anew, to rise within the woods,
A mighty nexus pulsating with the power of the Wyrd.
The Ravenwood stands now in this mighty nation's midst,
Where we will rejoice beneath the boughs
of the mighty Glomdoring...

In the faltering strength of the dark-hearted world,
The Lady of Thorns is heard,
Sighing out the words:

Come to Me, in the shadows of the eventide
Find in Me, the answer to your humble prayers
Trust in Me, to bless your troubled mind
With My sensual whispers casting
away the weakness of your deceived heart.
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Now stands a glorious commune, dwelling within the woods,
The woods born anew, thrumming with the Shadowbeat.
Its beauty destined to spread o'er the First World,
Where we will triumph beneath the boughs
of the mighty Glomdoring...

In the abating courage of the dark-hearted world,
The Predator is heard,
Asserting the words:

Come to Me, in the shadows of the eventide
Find in Me, the answer to your fearful prayers
Trust in Me, to bless your troubled mind
With My stringent whispers banishing
away the weakness of your failing heart.

For naught shall stand apart,
From the might of the Wyrd,
And We shall rise above it all
To see Lusternia graced
With the Glory of the Mighty Glomdoring.