Post by lorna on Oct 31, 2014 16:38:18 GMT -1
Gates of Annwn
The gates of Annwn are rising
Through the last hours of the year.
Tonight we must stand our vigil
Through darkness and fear.
The gates of Annwn are rising.
As the stars lay down their shields
Tonight we must stand our vigil
Whilst its secrets are revealed.
The gates of Annwn are rising.
Shining souls in procession tread.
Tonight we must stand our vigil
For the living and the dead.
The gates of Annwn are rising.
As the hunt prepares to ride
Tonight we must stand our vigil
Setting pain and doubt aside.
The gates of Annwn are rising.
Through chaos and broken bowers
Tonight we must stand our vigil
Through the year’s final hours.
~
When You Hunt for Souls in the Winter Rain
For Gwyn on Nos Galan Gaeaf
When you hunt for souls in the winter rain
With your snorting horse and hound unleashed
I shall listen in the gaps between towns knowing
Through trembling years you come in many guises.
When you hunt for souls in the winter rain
I shall listen in the gaps between towns knowing
Your face is the night storm of the underworld
And you shall bring terror to end all terror
With your snorting horse and hound unleashed.
Knowing through the years you come in many guises
I shall not only hail you as a warrior or medieval king
On the corpse roads I walk to ancestral graveyards.
When you hunt for souls in the winter rain
I shall listen in the gaps between towns knowing
You shall not only lead the hunt or coffin bearers
To the toll of bells casting your glamour
With your snorting horse and hound unleashed.
Knowing through the years you come in many guises
I shall be wary yet ultimately know you bring peace.
Beneath these catacombs is something beautiful.
~
Blessings to all x
The gates of Annwn are rising
Through the last hours of the year.
Tonight we must stand our vigil
Through darkness and fear.
The gates of Annwn are rising.
As the stars lay down their shields
Tonight we must stand our vigil
Whilst its secrets are revealed.
The gates of Annwn are rising.
Shining souls in procession tread.
Tonight we must stand our vigil
For the living and the dead.
The gates of Annwn are rising.
As the hunt prepares to ride
Tonight we must stand our vigil
Setting pain and doubt aside.
The gates of Annwn are rising.
Through chaos and broken bowers
Tonight we must stand our vigil
Through the year’s final hours.
~
When You Hunt for Souls in the Winter Rain
For Gwyn on Nos Galan Gaeaf
When you hunt for souls in the winter rain
With your snorting horse and hound unleashed
I shall listen in the gaps between towns knowing
Through trembling years you come in many guises.
When you hunt for souls in the winter rain
I shall listen in the gaps between towns knowing
Your face is the night storm of the underworld
And you shall bring terror to end all terror
With your snorting horse and hound unleashed.
Knowing through the years you come in many guises
I shall not only hail you as a warrior or medieval king
On the corpse roads I walk to ancestral graveyards.
When you hunt for souls in the winter rain
I shall listen in the gaps between towns knowing
You shall not only lead the hunt or coffin bearers
To the toll of bells casting your glamour
With your snorting horse and hound unleashed.
Knowing through the years you come in many guises
I shall be wary yet ultimately know you bring peace.
Beneath these catacombs is something beautiful.
~
Blessings to all x
