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• Artiste: Symbel
• Titre: Wassel Grove
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Of an experience in a heathen wood. A line of fire Flickers on mist enshrouding knees Hooded carriers of torches file Through the dark and twisted trees The trees, the forest, The trees in the forest We worshipped in sacred groves Effigies on wooden poles Whispering with dead souls I once did this Scuffing through groves That whisper old songs And riddles to solve We longed for the mead hall The symbel and boast To walk and crackle through the soft bracken I see what this hidden world was for And what it meant to the heathen mind A gateway to interaction with gods I acknowledge my bloody past Of sacrifice within these trees It is part of us And so I return here In modern ways Drink to the evolution Of our new heathen hearts! Woden! The trees, the forest The trees in the forest