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Introductions
02:34
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Corn circles
05:22
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3. |
Hunter's Orange
07:57
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It's hunter's orange time again
Bears curl, fierce and mean
Better remember the covenant witht he old hoot owl
Its hunter's orange time again
better watch out if youre walking alone
better watch out when you reach the wood line
Because the squirrel woods are not always what the seem
It's golden stag time again
its time to subdue the old badger keep
better watch out below the silver horned moon
better watch out, the old squirrel woods could reclaim you
It's hunter's orange...in his mind
and the caves and creeks are starting to freeze
Augustus is now clove hoofed prom the waste down
he's creeping, poaching on someone else's land
better beware and remember the covenant with the old hoot owl
It's hunter's orange time again
you better not be hunting after midnight
its hunters orange time again
you better be wear the wood line
*written in invisible ink: better beware the fairy lights
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4. |
Faux Squirrels
05:36
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Traveling, alone
Oh how these hills tumble and roll
fox squirrels seem to mock me on my way
You wouldn't believe the things they say
I followed the wasted lights
Into the old wood line
where the wood closed up on me that day
that's where I lost my way...
Old fox squirrel who lives in a hollow log, in a hollow tree
inside of my brain, the tells me it's never gonna be the same
He tells me he's the brother of man
He tells me he's the devil
He tells me he's the shadow of man
He tells me he's the devil
Repeat chorus
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5. |
Patch's circle
06:38
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And if we should meet again..
between realms or byways; lost
let us still be companions, all fellow-hoods bestowed
past the mammal's cruel barrier of thorns..
I extend my hand again
as it was in life, so it shall be in death
as it was in Patch's circle..
(*scratching sound from the pet graveyard)
Wreathed is the crown, the garden-ways green beyond
The ghastly ties that bind us here
(*afterlife flight begins...)
I now bid you close...the circle
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6. |
Night wayfarer
06:17
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I am clothed.. in night
dark stairways of elevation...i seek the light
the call to walk this night, is so deep
a wanderlust in which i cannot sleep
there's a strange glow...i sometimes see
it forms into things..that cannot...be
And of man's soul...i know it to be evil and old
and of this night, i am now afraid..
(*demonic attack ensues)
Daemon, before me
Burns green!
Daemon before me
Burns green
Leave me!
Daemon..burnsssssss
I am on forlorn pathways
I sometime see the demon..in such hallways
the call to rid this night is so deep
a wanderlust in which i cannot sleep
I now reject...the sunlit world
I prefer instead, hermit's repose
oh, my ruined robes- compendiums
spiral horned head-dress before me, manifests
chorus;attack
Daemon burn
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7. |
The woodline
06:26
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Vanish, with me
to a place
where the night spoke
For you and I?
For tonight...it is written...in the woodline
Tree tunnels, unwinding i have seen
I long to know where they lead
Perhaps, to a place where we can trace?
The transparence of our phantasms end(s)
Of this place, we lost
I dream, in leaf
Oh, would we ever meet again..no
Beyond the woodline
Elementals, we are
of silver lights and oaths (oaves*)
And involved in golden aspirations
To fly through animal barriers, olde
And sign our names in the ether
For tonight...it is written...in the woodline
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Count Beetle Marshall, Arkansas
You would not know of us...nor of our longstory, never told.
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