Pan - Rite of Winter

Cusp of slumber
Colorless, bleak and drawn
Awaken
Frozen machinations, seized by rust
Blaze in the northern sky
Reaches out and pierces through
Unending frost
Coerced by the faces in the coals
Belching black smoke
Clutches the air of purity
(swept away)
Purity
(swept away)

The witch's call
Dimming of days with
The summoning of the feral beasts
Frozen rot
Weary and broken
With the coming of winter

Echoes of daylight
Stricken silent by the grip of relentless cold
Asphyxiate
Memory of life, buried and gone
Beneath the frozen soil
Entwined in withered roots
Bleached and white
An empty faded husk
Stripped and raped of what never was
And what will never be
(wilted and bound)
Never be
(wilted and bound)

Funereal howl
Eclipses the light of virility
In all things
Tortured limbs
Brittle and cancered in the dying sun

Finality of all flesh
Primitive beckoning
Of the unconscious vow
Reckoning existence
Unraveling the elaborate ruse

The witch's call
Dimming of days with
The summoning of the feral beasts
Frozen rot
Weary and broken with the coming of winter

Rite of winter