Olde Gods

Death of Goddess Springtime
Withering of the grapevine
Blossom rot in a grim bind
Folk tale now just a folk tale

Lighting from the gold throne
Empty and gone cold
Eagle now a vultures bone

Trident of Poseidon
Just a fish hook for the violent
Blue seas gone silent

One-Eyed lost the other
Raven flies for some cover
Wolves cry All-Father

Resurrect ancient cult
Resurrect old gods

From the seeds that death grips
We breath life into old love
Of ancient hands
Layed bare
In the sands forgotten

Here they come to us
On the altar we build through love



Credits
Writer(s): Erik Richard
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