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Keep you warm, wrapped in my arms
I’ll never feel the same, never love, never lust, never be the same

Feel this charm keep you from harm
I’ll never feel the same, never love, never lust, never be the same again

Feel this charm locked in our arms
I’ll never feel the same, never love, never lust, never be the same again

As They Should Sound-2009

1. As They Should Sound (04:06)
2. The Sun (03:16)
3. Crimson Clover (03:27)
4. Virgin In The Green (03:57)
5. The Spirit (03:14)
6. Love's Promise (03:57)

When moon cracked cratered as France, and star

battalions hunted, he dared my fire.

He brought me Schnapps, I gave him rum

He had no name. I never knew his name

Come, Raven King

We, of no name – hunkered on Northern moor.
We, of no name – clung to Southern shore.

Come, raven King, ascend to bring
harmony to all.
A black moon rise on scattered tribes

Blazon our field of gules, losers fell as fruit from the ash.

Proper in red, we rampant perennial.

All in the blood, all in line.

Our cult of the fallen will triumph over time.

My final currency, of poor exchange? • my balance or my stance? • my actions or reticence? • in the end with darkness won, close the day, set the sun • contract accounts and draw the pay? • to settle scores all weights are weighed • ignorance to compensate? • or a refund for the wise? • intolerance to gravitate? • or hate blind be drawn in kind? • in the end with darkness won, close the day, set the sun • contract accounts and draw the pay? • to settle scores all weights are weighed • love burnt purely? • or spitting with reason? • kindling forever, or bursting in season? • in the end with darkness won, close the day, set the sun • contract accounts and draw the pay? • to settle scores all weights are weighed? • or settle nothing and render terms subtractions that are left to worms?

Desire Rites-2007

1. River sheaf (01:50)
2. Lern some sense. Howden (03:34)
3. My prize, my punishment (03:26)
4. Rite of amends (03:33)
5. Rite against the right (04:05)
6. Missolonghi ski (04:20)

Fire Drill
Today was fire drill, the stamp and grind stop.
Skiver’s delight, we filed out in lines, like school yard time.

Cowling and Smith set each other dares. Tolson flicked a rhythm on a can; Mackinlay stares and points and glares. Harding, Peterson turned and ran.

Back upstairs, the fag room empty and the old pot plate; feeling half their weight they lit and flicked, oasis of a double-break. Fell asleep to smouldering dreams.

Forbid The Sun's Escape-1999

1. No Tears (04:56)
2. In Your Own Room (05:20)
3. The Gathering (03:49)
4. First Witchwords (04:24)
5. Fountain Of Youth (04:41)
6. Mogat (03:17)

High Broad Field-2006

1. Millenia (04:24)
02. Love must wax cold (04:11)
03. Easy prey (05:02)
04. Nature reigns (03:39)
05. The moor's runes (05:07)
06. Lucifer on the moor (05:19)

Hillfort Mindset

A hillfort mindset will prevail.

Bring hate, bring nails,
wrapped round a horse's tail.
Bring wood, let bark,
our huddled band in slatted dark.

Its been said as dimwits go, Knud rules.
In villages across this land none ranked so high.
The giggling farm girls twirl their clodded curls for him
and knot their pollen hair for him to bring them flowers.

“Go get Sheep’s Bit and Sticky Mouse Ear”,
but he saw only Lady’s Mantle, Maiden Pink.
“Then go for Everlasting-Pea” (they said with glee) but he returned with Perennial Honesty.

I am stone • my lips are sown • I am stone • my lips are sown • till wild Loki tear loose from his bonds, wasters on the warpath come • I am chained, venom for my rain • I am chained, venom for my rain • till wild Loki tear loose from his bonds, wasters on the warpath come • I am pure • I am sure • I am pure in my deceit • till wild Loki tear loose from his bonds, wasters on the warpath come • till wild Loki tear loose from his bonds, wasters on the warpath come

I am stone
My lips are sown
I am stone
My lips are sown

'Til wild Loki tear loose from his bonds, wasters on the warpath come
I am chained, venom for my rain
I am chained, venom for my rain

Before the end of days, Loki will ride • at the Ragnarok, Naglfar will sail again • till the end of time, Loki rides again • till the end of time, Loki rides again • father of the wolf, mother of the whirled • Embla from the embers, his blood spewed Ask • before the end of days, Loki will ride • at the Ragnarok, Naglfar will sail again • till the end of time, Loki rides again • till the end of time, Loki rides again • father of the wolf, mother of the whirled • Embla from the embers, his blood spewed Ask • till the end of time, Loki rides again • till the end of time, Loki rides again • till the end of time, Loki rides again • till the end of time, Loki rides again

I am stone
my lips are sown
I am stone
my lips are sown

till wild Loki tear loose from his bonds,
wasters on the warpath come

The sun has spurge the season, enchanters night the wormwood sky. Your musk, your asarina joy, your radiant woad, our honeysuckle tryst. Will you come again, sweet as briar, rose-hipped? Will you come again, rough as chervil, lining the lain? Our fritillary love, its warp and weft our bindweed trust. Our wild garlic lust, our foxglove thrust, your butterbur desire. Will you come again, perfuse as cicely, spurge as teasel? Will you come again, sharp as shepherd’s needle? Will you come again, sorrel and bramble? Will you come again, my winter aconite? Will you come again, saxifrage dittander? Will you come again, my lily of the valley? Will you come again, love’s promise and betony desire? Will you come again, enchanter’s night, our honeysuckle tryst?

THE HILL He had slept for a thousand years; the world rolled on its axis, oiled by blood and tears. His cloak a thousand seasons brown; that face a thousand winters, summers gone. He kept faith in high broad prayers; firmed and reaffirmed, moss, root, leaves layered. Mulched deep in the mound, a seed for my ground; That icy face ten thousand winters bound. He cut his teeth on gritstone moor; rode the rough seasons, stored faith in the soil.

THE HILL & SQUIRE His cloak a thousand seasons brown; that face a thousand winters, summers gone.

THE HILL He had slept for a thousand years; warmed the world burns frozen in greed.

THE HILL & SQUIRE His cloak a thousand seasons brown; that icy face a thousand winters called to arms—

Modron
Modron! Modron!
Hunger as lightening, fear as rain.
Laughter as slaughter.
Our song, our joy, our game.

Brace in our hand, harness in the seed.
Trace in our palm, nurture, charm, and feed.

You swore you’d fuck me, fuck me up
Now I’m just fucked off, not fucked-up, like you
You swore you’d fuck me, fuck me up
You virulent cancer—infecting canker
But another song, an extra notch, and a brand new sound
that goes ‘you’re worthless, second-rate, spitting pain, spreading hate’
But another song, an extra notch, and a brand new sound
that goes ‘you’re worthless, second-rate, spitting pain, spreading hate

“I am sweeping through The Gates,
washed in the blood of the Lamb” he said
Disputing the world, the word, the line, the hook
This strength will carry me through


I negate all need for positive,
I exist, I thrive.

No Less Than All-2012

1. Music Is Light (05:31)
02. Preacher Online (03:23)
03. I Saw A Face (03:55)
04. Vonnegut (03:54)
05. Transmission (03:23)
06. Shake The Tree (04:16)

We fought Death in the field fired with our spark • we said we’d out-do death armed with gods and bark • we saw Death in the field and ciphered in the stars • he said he’d plant a seed to show us • how it ends is how it must start • on the seed he scribed in brown ‘touch death gingerly’ • per fess his bony hand slit-throat grauballe • ageless he presses lindow our compressed woe • leather strap futhark oghamed in the ground • and he planted the seed in Århus soil • seed belly harnessed to the toil • he carved the face from peat • sleeping palimpsest • formed the mouth as his own • tired of the living • and he crowned his kingmud regulus to rulegold of plenty to grow • our fears to fuel • and he planted the seed in Århus peat • seed belly noosed to the field • tollund sacrifice to bear new words for our rough tongue • no crime except he whispers • “eite thuathail Death’s final word • eite thuathail the final score” • and he planted the seed in Århus soil • seed belly harnessed to the toil • and he planted the seed in Århus peat • seed belly noosed to the field

Ogham Inside The Night CD-1-2005

1. Ogham the Sun (05:08)
2. Ogham the Spirit (05:02)
3. Ogham in the Soul (03:33)
4. Ogham the Moon (04:14)
5. Ogham the Melody (04:14)
6. Ogham the Knowledge (03:30)

Ogham Inside The Night CD-2-2005

1. Spring Snowdrop (04:49)
2. Forget Me Not (04:47)
3. Virgin In The Green (05:12)
4. John In The Pulpit (04:43)
5. Knudlustysummer (02:52)
6. Deadly Nightshade (04:50)

Anrad we have stripped the birch
to supplant with branch of steel
cold sun spurge the spark extinguished
score another notch on haft and shield

we drunkship of cobblers on a sea of rain
our marsh of diseases our magic a blade
iconotroph the blade harness the pain

The cauldron of knowledge tipped
But spilt only contents from golden lips
Ollamn will not split the wood
Or strip the trees of meaning
Weight of words supplant their place
Songs we sang we scored with grace

Set the ogham gainst the dark

The ivy thriving our song dair grow • looper moth flit the sun • bellies full our loose strife joy • melody warming the south • the apple blooms cobweb emancholl • the word synedoche the world • oghamed corn on curving hill • beyond nature round and sure • score the melody • weave the spell • quert our harmony to a higher realm • elder bears a sea of nectar • we will harvest from the sky • tundra ploughed our harmony sown • cherish ivy’s tangled tie • score the melody • weave the spell • quert our harmony to a higher realm • score the melody • weave the spell • quert our harmony to a higher realm

Sit with me in the evening sky
sit with me scead by apple tree
sit with me soft melody drawn by tide
sit with me oghamed in moonlight
touch me pirikit the tranquil sea
touch me bow to the string
touch me soft melody drawn by tide
touch me us vega through the stars

The lines of power withdrawn
The night page white to notch what we are in dot to dot of star
Tolos to the sun
End where we’ve begun
The light stone white we ogham score ratchet the returning sun

The sun divine sprang a single word
The sun divine to light our way

What do we wear but these worn ideas?
Dressed and dilute to allay our fears.
Cut to size, a truth cut to fit

What died on the cross? Not elemental Fire
What died on the cross? Not Rain; not Hail
What died on the cross? Not Ocean; not Tide
What died on the cross? Not our Old Gods of fire

Our Solitary Confinement-2002

1. Dead Bird (03:52)
2. Broken Greenhouse (04:05)
3. Loading Bay (02:48)
4. Harding's Lament (02:30)
5. Peterson's Lament (02:50)
6. The Mechanics Of Intuition (05:58)

You sad bands, you poor ‘Nazi’ boys
I hope you get a history book
or lessons in consequences
Licking the dregs of evil—it’s feeble

You sad bands, you poor ‘Nazi’ boys
Using symbols to shock
because your music is cock

Off-guard. I was caught on the back foot—dick-led, my thinking head
Just so you know, I got what I was due. Believe me I got just what I was due
Unskyld. I was sat on boxes, mayhem, darkness, when your mail came through
Just so you know, I got what I was due. Believe me I got just what I was due

My abrupt reply smacked of guilt, of water under the bridge—and desperation too
Just so you know, I got what I was due. Believe me I got just what I was due
Sorry too, I never hired the banner ad, credited you that our love was true

Sex and wildfowers-2003

1. Spring snowdrop (04:48)
02. Love's trumpet (04:47)
03. Forget me not (02:07)
04. Virgin in the green (05:12)
05. John in the pulpit (04:43)
06. Knudlustysummer (02:52)

Star Wood Brick Firmamen-2010

1. Minack Theatre (03:59)
02. Sweet Enough? (04:04)
03. Build You A Song (04:44)
04. Long Live The Post Romantic Empire (05:14)
05. We Wait For Them (03:44)
06. Donald (04:09)

KNIGHT Come the flood. Come the flood!

[God appears]

GOD I, God, the world have wrought, Heaven and Earth and all of nought. Praise me!

KNIGHT Ah, great God that art so good.

The Line And The Hook-2001

1. Volkerschlachtdenkmal (07:24)
2. No Less Than All (04:09)
3. Christmas 1914 (04:15)
4. Promises Of An Earth Sufficient (04:12)
5. Light Shines (02:15)
6. A Name (02:59)

Traust me, scamt land,
we are the same:
Heathen and fylde,
bleikr and fok.
We are the same.

Raise, whirl, unfurl the old magic!
Reisa, whirl, unfurl the old magic words.

One stone knight, eagles guard his side
Here the Gods toss fire; and mortals sleep
One stone knight, face in opposition
Here the Gods tossed fire; and mortal wept
Here the Gods set stone; and mortals built
Here the Gods set light; and mortals wilt and melt

The sacrifice content,

We Will Be Alright
So they convinced all us turkeys
to go for our own Christmas surprise.
The keen-eyed chef, kitchen smelling nice.

Harness a slogan, promise the earth,
tub-thump and grain-shake lies.
A hearty laugh is a sharpened knife.

Shafted again
our bistort senses vervain divine in the driest ground, and magic of our betony can track and map the wind and rain, yet the death-rattle sorrel went unheard
we expected, deep in bracts, we knew, in perianth and sepal, just forgot the truths we cluster
we hoard ourselves for fibrous return, to sainforth our everlasting, a spur of what we are, but for now, charlock and cluster, deep in the ground, awaiting our return