The death of the Stag God

by Aud

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released 15 September 2012

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Track Name: Under the Ruins
Under the Ruins

The world is rumbling while the sun is still shining.
Branches and thorns are dancing and calling storms.
Waves of wrath are breaking on the ground
And fire is coming from lightning.

I read a book about the death of the Stag God.

Under the ruins, some children will survive
But the sea water will be a murderer.
Birds are gathering, wolves are howling in the dark forests
And my grand pa tells me that something will happen…

I read a book about the die of the Stag God…
The death of the Stag God, the death of the world
Track Name: Violets
Violets

You wore a long white dress
And you kneelt to confess
In the garden of the chapel
I found heaven and I saw an angel

I gave you violets
It had to be our children
But one of them never came
One of the stems was broken

They don’t pray to the same god
And I’m afraid to stay abroad
I write to you every night
And I promise you, soon I’ll be back

I gave you violets
It had to be our children
But one of them never came
One of the stems was broken

I gave you violets
It had to be our children
But one of them never came
One of the stems was broken
Track Name: King of East
King of East

Pieces of paper,
Creators of power,
Like a dictator who needs soldiers,
Like a shark who caught a bird.

Asleep in his throne,
He dreams of You, he dreams of you
And even if he is alone,
He can cry on his crown.

You killed my father !
You killed my father !
When you did become him a king,
When you forbade him to sing …

I wouldn’t become King of East
I wouldn’t become King of East
Track Name: White Wolf
White Wolf

So far away from town,
So far away from town,
It’s bitterly cold,
And I met a white wolf

The hairs like the snow,
Those eyes that I saw
And I understood that my family live in the woods

The ice of the mountain
Is warmer than a chimney,
And I breathe again.

So close to home,
So close to home,
I feel less and less alone
Where new flowers bloom.

And when running horses
Shake the earth,
And no jackhammer and no one else
Are able to drown this sound.

The ice of the mountain
Is warmer than a chimney,
And I breathe again.