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released May 8, 2016

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Track Name: The First Litany
We continue onward because of your love and promise to bask eternally in the meadows. The glimmer of gold from your hair shields me from crimson red masking my eyes. No longer am I misplaced, or forgotten in the sullen tomb. When my time comes and I have nothing left to give, when the torch dims and the fire no longer lives, I will listen to the winds. The beating of the earth, the sound of the rider of war comes to my aid to come take me away. Deep in a meditative phase, in a circle of amber and falcon feathers I am overcome by celestial beings that speak in whispers. A brush of vulgaris remind me that I am a child sworn to the soil of heathen man. Skin of porcelain, drip with blood from corpses of holy men. The pagan forest speaks of lore. Seasonal rain comes again like it does, and time will go on as it was. The ritual knife has been cleansed. We wish to purify all that has been defiled so that we may begin again.
Track Name: The Second Litany
I stand on the cliffside waiting to die. The crest of the oceans wave waving me goodbye. Yet, am I not alive here? There is a certainty that this shadow will always linger beside of me, but you, is to who I call. The light in the moments of night. But I no longer wish to walk this plane. I dream of the creek in the heat of summer. The sun shines her ray upon my brow. Sanctified. I wish to kneel by her side free of weight. Her touch upon my face. Does she know how beautiful she is? The most tranquil solitude I find while surrounded by your creation. Moss upon fallen oak create a place for me to rest my fatigued head upon your breast. Run your fingers through my hair while I listen to the hum of the axis in rotation. The winter flock have migrated to nest. Covens dance skyclad under lilac moons. Stones of purity, enclose sisters of Mani within. Sacred spaces of blessing. Great energy has been summoned here. Engulfed in the smoke of burning oak moss, the sorceress tempts my weary gaze. I suffer in the midst of thick haze, she tempts me with her eyes, I have sunken in a bed of untouched grass, where I am left here to rot.