:Of The Wand And The Moon: ~ Winter Solstice

Sonnenheim (2005) Blood winter feast, a solstice pledge. Lean on the blade, lean on death. I’ll rip all your angels all apart. This winter no love, no heart. This endless plunge towards the end I’ll smile as you fall as night descends. Blood and Algiz above. Midnight veil, midnight veil my love Your ignorance has slain your gods. Your emptiness will slay your heart. What empty things this winter brings. What lovely tune sweet Satan sings. 6-6-6 upon the wind. What empty deeds the future brings. The smell