Sol Invictus - "Death Of The West

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AMONGST THE RUINS
I'll meet you where the moonlight falls
I'll meet you where the statues stand
I'll meet you beneath the falling walls
We await the gods to show their hand
Amongst the ruins
Feel the warmth of the unconquered sun
Light the torches, the swords of the sun
He looks down with a mocking laugh
At the fools lonely in the dark
Amongst the ruins
We rise with the life rune
And we fall with the death rune
We will wait beneath the yew together
We will lie beneath the yew together
Forever!
Amongst the ruins
SHEATH AND KNIFE
And the sun goes over the woods
There was a sister and her brother
Who loved one another
Sister, we'll gang tae the broom
O sister I would lay thee doon
Brother, alas, would you do so
To my death I would sooner go
And the folk they talk together
That the lass is with bairn to her brother
O brother you have done me ill
And we will both burn on yonder hill
You go to my father's stable
And take twa horses stout and able
She's up on the white horse, he's on the black
With his yew tree bow slung fast to his back
They had not rode a mile but one
When her pains they did come on
I would give all my father's land
For a good midwife at my command
You go to yon hill so high
And take your bow, arrows and good eye
When you hear my loud, loud cry
Bend your bow and let me die
When he heard her loud, loud cry
He bent his bow and let her die
When he came to her side
The babe was born and the lady died
Then he took his young, young son
And borne him to a milk woman
He's given himself a wound for sure
He won't gang tae the broom no more
0 mother I have lost my knife
I loved it better than my life
But I have lost a better thing
The bonnie sheath my knife was in
And the sun goes over the woods
KNEEL TO THE CROSS
Give us our bread and bury our dead
And kneel to the cross on the wall
Whether burnt at the stake or drunk at the wake
Just kneel to the cross on the wall
We've original sin, but we might just get in
If we beg to the cross on the wall
It's rattle your sabre and love your neighbours
But kneel to that cross on the wall
See the roof fall, hear the bells crash
As flesh and bone turn to ash
Tried to conquer the sun with a Christian frost
The corpses' stench beneath the cross
Give them gold and they'll save your soul
And kneel to the cross on the wall
Hail to the boss of the great unwashed
And kneel to the cross on the wall
They wail and weep, the march of the sheep
As they go to the cross on the wall
And it's ever so wrong to dare to be strong
So kneel to the cross on the wall
DEATH OF THE WEST
They're making the last film
They say it's the best
We all helped make it
It's called the Death of the West
The kids from Fame will be there
Free Coca-Cola for you
And Eurodisney's here
Just for me and you
They're making the last film
They say it's the best
We all helped make it
It's called the Death of the West
A star has risen in our northern sky
And on that star we have been crucified
They wrap chains of gold around this world
We are ruled by those who lie
The Death of the West
HERE AM I
Here am I, above this world
A face in flames and a knowing smile
Dream your dreams and tread your paths
It all ends the same, alone in the dark
And here am I drunk and bored
Even I don't want to drink any more
Here you are drunk and scared
You have finally realised that life's not fair
Outside they are gathering and their fangs are bared
For the bigger your fangs, the bigger your share
What deity made us, was it a good idea?
In theory maybe, in practice, oh dear
And here am I drunk and bored
Even I don't want to drink any more
Here you are drunk and scared
You have finally realised that life's not fair
Here am I, above this world
A face in flames and a knowing smile
Dream your dreams and tread your paths
It all ends the same, alone in the dark
And here am I drunk and bored
Even I don't want to drink any more
Here you are drunk and scared
You have finally realised that life's not fair
OUR LADY OF THE WILD FLOWERS
A flower falls from heaven through a doorway to this world.
Into a world of sorrows comes a face so pale
Our lady of the wild flowers stretches out her hands
Our lady of the wild flowers, mend this broken land
Our lady of the wild flowers, her tears fall from the sky
Our lady of the wild flowers, a love that will never die
She's wilder then the winds, she's older then the cross
However dark the night, she will never leave us lost
The dusk is falling, I light a candle to the moon
A light that reminds us that she will return soon
Our lady of the wild flowers stretches out her hands
Our lady of the wild flowers sows with golden sands
Our lady of the wild flowers, her tears fall from the sky
Our lady of the world flowers, a love that will never die
She's wilder then the winds, she's older then the cross
However dark the night, she will never leave us lost
COME, JOIN THE DANCE
God made the Heavens, the Sea, the Earth.
O'er Chaos endless power displayed,
And from the dust - the dust of Earth -
Both man and woman in His image made.
When Adam was by Eve deceived,
And ate the fruit which God forbade
They both the doom of death received,
And all man's race was mortal made.
So God drove Man from Paradise,
By daily toil to win his bread;
And Death came forth to claim his prize,
And number all men with the dead.
Cursed in thy toil shall earth be found,
In labour thy days be passed;
Till Death shall thrust thee underground,
Returning dust to dust at last.
Woe! inhabitants of Earth,
Where cares so keenly strike,
In spite of rank, wealth, or worth,
Death will visit all alike.
Man that is born of woman has
Few days, made difficult with woes:
He passes, even as flowers pass;
He comes, and like a shadow goes
Before the mighty judge's chair
Comes reckoning for each man alive;
Fear, then, the judgments rendered there:
You know not when he will arrive.
If you would lead a sinless life,
Then keep this scene in constant view,
And you will have no toil or strife
When long repose has come for you.
IN THE WEST
Standing in the ruins
Let's raise a glass
Not to the future
Just to the past
The flower blooms
The flower dies
The child has laughed
Now the child must cry
A boy is drumming
For all his worth
Can you hear his drumming
Echo across the earth?
See the gods bow their heads
The sun is setting in the west
except "Sheath and knife" - traditional/Wakeford/Sol Invictus.