Saga / Song of the Dreaming Gods: I - VII

The Dreaming God;

Serf, Awaken Masters,

And remember days before today;

Breaching out through time, each called out by name,

Let fear and trembling work themselves out,

The Days of the prophesy’s are at hand;

For Power and dominion, are taken by their will;

“Yes my Lord, so say you, so shall it be”

“Oh but were I to let such evil stay in eternal slumber”,  

“Though who am I, it is not for me to choose”,

“But in servitude of Evil, for the tasks that are at hand”

“A uniform heavily burdened, destined to be worn”

“All is coming, for us to fall down again;”

```~~~…DREAMING GODS, HEAR THY SONG…~~~~~~

Awaken from thyne Slumber,

The years of appointed hours are at hand, Awake and remember;

Dagon, Sleeping Giant;

Dagoth, Dreaming Gods;

The Cruel One, cast in outer darkness,

With Our Divine Right taken by your hands;

All Mighty Cthulhu,

Awaken, Hail and kill,

Terror from the Oceans Deep,

Stripper of all living and green things,  

Preparer for the way of Death itself,

A shadow of the time cast is now at hand;

```~~… … …~~~```

Hear close the song,

Born of Woman and Man,

Oh tell me if thou can,

Where were you when the Old Ones Awoken from Sleeping Slumber and Dreams Eternal, in far off forbidden lands,

Rising from dreamed sleep, crossing over from walled off realms of infinity,

Where Yog-Sothoth, The Pathfinder and Holder of Keys dominates,

Watching, standing, guarding waiting; Always is, was and will be, he, Yog-Sothoth;

Remember me and it well, for it was Yog-Sothoth who guards and knows each path of the walled off gates for forbidden realms,

And it was he who knew of the hour appointed in prophecy,

And commanded what was real, of the voices in their head,

And set forth paths setting dreaming beasts free,

Yeah, even before death and eternity,

And So begins the end of mans second age,

So say your sacred books, Yog-Sothoth,

Seer of both time and space,

So shall it be;

```~~~… … …~~~```

And so the beginning of the Third Age,

After a time and times past,

And a new song;

Rings of mist and smoke gathered,

Neath Crom’s Hallowed Metal Sky,

Crom Cruach;  

Scourge, Ever Judging of Man;  

Set above and dwelling within sacred Mountain tops,  

Upon Dark Clouds and Obscuring Mist  

 Rushing down, The Master of Battle and Wind,

Filling the fallen, with a breathe of honor, power, war and hymns,

To stand long and strong in battle,

To prove a mans worth before this God,

Lest he be cast out from the sky;

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   Lo am I here, mighty Crom Cruach,

The Leviathan and deadwolf in the snow,

Hear the voices and darkburdens,  

Before all die, fallen again in the age

Warriors returned, come and bear witness, here we are again;

Fill lungs with powerful winds,

And swords hungry to stay wet, upon battle and enemies dead,

Fast, powerful and unyielding,  

Set sword ax and hammer for the heart of the One,

The Dark One,

And set loose thyne dooms,

Towards rising eyes from the East,

```~~~… … …~~~```

With all conscience walled up behind the fall,

Devils Cry within Stone towers beyond the wall,

Threading prayers upon shadows of the wind,

All lost children of yesterday,

Praying that it’s over,

Oh a metal sky is rising,

```~~~…From the East…~~~```

Hail, Hail, hail and kill, Ridin demons upon the wind,

Seeking Vengeance… For the slaughter of lives,

Lost Children of the abyss;

Sworn to rise again,

```~~~… … …~~~```

I am the Father of the wolf,

I am the son of Gods and Men,

Fire Sword and Metal Race through the Sky,

Brother of the Giant, Titans at the wall,

Hail and kill Gods falsely put upon the throne,

To bring about salvation,

For the punishment and the pain,

May the Battle Hymns sing out

…I am the wolf…

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The mountain pass is freezing

hearts are burning through the chest

Feel the powers of the sword pulled from their rest

For Crown… and the Wild Spirit of the Ring,

By moonlight alone do I ride,

All glory, alone be mine

Blood of mine enemy

Hail, Kill, Hail and kill,

Lust, Lust, Lust for wind in my hair,

Lust, Lust, Lust for women’s lament,

Lust for the feel of a strong wind, to carry away the dead

And for the feel of those who stand opposed,

All shall fall away by the fires of steel,  

Deadwolfs, Leviathan, darkburdens,  

Risen, though once fell,

For crown, and the Wild Spirit of the Ring;

The tide is turning;