Spirit Braid

In the golden waste There stands a standing stone The edge of peril Where blood and steel meet bone Bound by bonds that never break Colour stripped away A soul I give, a soul I take Tribunal spirit braid In the Valley of the Teeth Ancient magic within my reach... Progeny of sorrow A wind will sing thy dirge Upon the barrow hill A snake will mark thy word I am the third, The son of lurking doom Pale vision of dormant revenge My heart becomes a tomb Where the silver roses bloom A sword of eldritch light Encased within the weeping moon I am the master of the creeping blight Witness thy undoing Peeled back before the tide Bound by bonds that never break Heaven and earth collide --- Spirit Braid - Wormwitch