IA - The Golden King of the Forest

Azatua
Climb down from the trees
Azatua
Rid us of disease

The sickness grows strong in this one
Its roots reaching deep beneath the feet of our souls
Vines penetrating the core of the bones
Drones in the head in unbearable tones

But where does it stem from
Where is this rotting spirit pest from
Have you been cursed by the visions of the night
Given a blight by a witch of evil might

Curse her who conceived with the northern wind!

Deep in the forest there lives a spirit
Which holds the power to heal any wound
Out of the burrow, the womb of the Mother, I ask you to rise!

And bring your brother, the fiery brother from the black hut of Tuoni
To swallow the fire, to blaze away the evil!

I have the claw of a bear
Gaze that has set ablaze the fears of a thousand men
Roar louder than a thunderstorm
Sworn to dispel the demonborn

I tear and rend, I rip and wrench
I evulse and wrest, I expulse the pest
A writhing mass of spiritual chaos in these hands
Fangs of the fire, vaporize the bane!
Praised be the name of AZA -TUA!
You will never flee alive!

Curse her who conceived with the northern wind!

Far from the depths of the well hidden tracks
I must fetch the stolen fragment of soul
Guide me Shadows of the Great Spirit in these trails of the dead!

And thus the raven speaks:
“Down, deep, you must dive beneath
You must rise through the twilight
And reach behind the skyline of your mind”

Know that the end of the world as you know it
Is but an edge of another one
Only those who’ve left all behind
Can cross the line

Now follow the sun!

Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down...

Through the smallest of holes until a cold shiver runs up and down the spine
Beyond the gates of burning light, past the long road bristling with knives
And when you reach the roots of time as dead be disguised
‘Cos In order to cross the dark waters one can not show any signs of life

A second of this air
A lifetime of constant despair
Unnatural footmarks on the ground
Uncanny howling of hounds
An old woman approaches me
But I’m halted by the spirit guides
"Never reveal your real name
Under strange chthonian skies"

Pulsating drowsiness calling me
To rest in the bed of burning steam
Sinking down into the streams
Of the everlasting dreams
A conspicuous being among the dead
Clinging onto the last drip of consciousness
I inhale what I've come for
And slither towards the light

A blow of life
Reborn in white
Yet darkness throws
A shade on the soul