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Blackthorn Cane
02:29
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searching through the bramble
looking for the chosen patch
carefully selected, only use the finest branch
a walking stick so narrow, sprouting points that look like veins
ancient is the magic flowing through the blackthorn cane
War! We still clutch to the branch
pulled from the island and thrown in a trench
Our knotted wooden sceptre will protect us from the flame
ancient is the magic flowing through the blackthorn cane
Burning earth surrounded by a sky filled up with red
We'll rally round the fire with our staffs held high instead
stoic in the mud, enduring in the rain
but I'd rather be home to carve my blackthorn cane
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People of the Woods
02:47
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follow signs along a narrow trail
in an overgrown hollow is the place that we dwell
lined with sticks, cryptic symbols unknown
something surreal tells you it's a place you shouldn't go
in the woods, things get dark
in the underbrush, living under leaf and under bark
peering eyes, through the canopy
you've entered to the realm of the people of the tree
We're the last living people of our kind
our skin is filled with cracks cause we've lived through all of time
Our sigils in the forest signal stern warning signs
to enter in our thicket you will surely pay a price
Our Fluting is enchanting and our singing echoes great
When we serve you dinner there will be sticks upon your plate
we're cloaked in green and our heads are under hood
hear us lurking in the trees, we're the people of the wood.
There's a place where man shouldn't go
deep in the dark forest, sigils, signs you should know
enchanted oak, trees line the clearing
sounds deftly echo and leaves blur your vision
shadows lurk far deep in the brush
Their cloaked elven figures dissolve as your slight blurs
take your leave, make sure you've understood
this place is the castle of the people of the woods
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Cerne Abbas Giant
03:23
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Carved in chalk upon a hillside grand
the giant standing tall casts his sight across the land
he wields a club to defeat his enemies
those fool enough to cross him wind up underneath his feet
Where he came from, none can say
his presence has been known for 1000 years today
Ancient symbol, our pagan deity -
the Cerne Abbas Giant guards the secrets of the Sí
Portal entrance, to the elven lands
the giant never falters with his club firm in his hand
Secret Keeper, Protector of the realm
His power radiating under lighting of the moon
The chalk is fading, as time moves on
1000 years and longer but his time might soon be gone
Make an offer to grant your entry
the Cerne Abbas Giant guards the secrets of the Sí
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Calufrax Toronto, Ontario
A peasant and his Guitar
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