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Wandering Songs

by Morrowdim

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Lots I cast for thee, scion, and shadow I hath seen Accursed is thy fate, scion, this warning wilst thou heed? Lest all that's fair be sundered and made fodder for the fire Lest all that sacrifice has wrought turn ash in gilded pyre... Misfortune I hath drawn for thee, ice that blights the sky Torch that kindles flesh and mind, and though thy need is dire Turn thee from this baneful path or rue thy willful heart For what fell deeds can be undone, or from the soul depart?
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I know not where the cold winds blow I know not where the road doth go A wanderer's fate none can foretell, nor scry a fortune fair or fell. (Scion!) Oh, where do you wander (Vandrar!) When the frost fades in spring? (Raidho!) Do you seek for the land where the trees grow everlasting? Oh, let the fey mead flow, let the cold winds blow Joy to those who wayward roam, and hidden ways do know! (...the fey mead flow, the cold winds blow, joy to those who know...) I know a place o'er hill and dell There the greatest of all willows dwells The sound of heart may there find rest, and be 'neath its golden boughs a guest. (Haven!) Giving strength to the weary (Randir!) Giving course to the stray (Othila!) Do you seek for the land where the hearth glows everlasting? Oh, let the fey mead flow, let the cold winds blow Joy to those who wayward roam, and hidden ways do know! (...the fey mead flow, the cold winds blow, joy to those who know...) I know a place where a rill meets a mere There one may pull a draught so clear One who drinks shall ne'er again thirst, and be ever wise of song and verse. (Mending!) Restoring the wounded (Celu!) Inspiring the sage (Laguz!) Do you seek for the land where the wine flows everlasting? Oh, let the fey mead flow, let the cold winds blow Joy to those who wayward roam, and hidden ways do know! (...the fey mead flow, the cold winds blow, joy to those who know...) I know not where the cold winds blow I know not where the road doth go A wanderer's fate none can foretell, nor scry a fortune fair or fell. (Scion!) Oh, where do you wander (Vandrar!) When the frost fades in spring? (Raidho!) Do you seek for the land where the trees grow everlasting? Oh, let the fey mead flow, let the cold winds blow Joy to those who wayward roam, and hidden ways do know! (...the fey mead flow, the cold winds blow, joy to those who know...) (...and in your wandering shall you grow, by many names you shall be known, the seed of wanderlust once sown shall wisdom hence bestow. A dram of liquor on the tongue, let no song be idly sung, let no chord be idly strummed, no verse be idly strung...)
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O earthen spire, from whence dost thou spring? To what depths dost thy marrow sink? What wills the words in thy flesh e'er writ Beneath thy boughs where oft didst sit The Wakeful, Way-Weary of wisdom wont To wend from well fixed fast upon The mighty bast of eldest tree In throes as fathomless as thee Bound and broken, rent and riven Of deeds well done, of gifts well given Of bane for boon, of thought for thew Of spirit severed and sewn anew Of such I sing and yearn to know As on my woesome way I go... O, no home hath I! On vagrant pathways e'er I roam No friend hath I Yet oft to the waning light of a wayside fire Grey-clad comes a stranger with tales of joy and ire Hearkens then my heart to the strains of the sage's song A cup of mead in goodwill shared til the sunrise and is gone... Striketh me, the song of the seeker, soul and sinew! Stirreth in me words and wonder, bids me wander To wander the ways which few doth fare On wistful whim to I know not where I know not where... ("I wot that I hung on the wind-tossed tree All of nights nine Wounded by spear Bespoken to Odhinn Bespoken myself to myself. Upon that tree from which none know What roots it doth rise Neither horn they upheld Nor handed me bread I looked below me Aloud I cried Caught up the runes Caught them up wailing And thence to the ground fell again...")
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Still my spirit and black my eyes, finis for to know Tear out my tongue, cast it into the fires below Raise up a cairn 'neath the old rowan tree Carrion for crows let my heart ever be. Trouble, it came as a hymn, as a lay, as sweet as siren-song And after its rare and bewitching refrain ever shall I long I'll follow it down to the depths of the sea Bound to Rán's hall shall my heart ever be. O, into the shadows I go, o'er the fells! O, where burn the bale-pyres, where toll the bells... Vandræði, it found me in the night Knew my name and spoke it aright In raiment gilt and argent bright Betaken of a holy light In guise so comely fared my doom! And beckoned me off into the gloom I could not have known... Ashen gallows await, let me hang o'er the wells of fate Let this rope be hallowed on high, ere dawn reddens the sky Lest I stare into the sun, and woe, become undone. (Still my spirit and black my eyes I fell to my knees and exulted the skies Memory, the cruelest of torments now seems A thrall in its court shall my heart ever be.) Strange... this magic which hath unmade me... O, trouble, it came as fair as a mead in spring! O, trouble, it came as fell as raven's wings... I stared into the sun, and woe, became undone.
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When the sun rises I long for thee, and when the sun sets I long for thee still. Surely I would ask no boon of this life but to lie with thee once more, if but once more. Such is my ardor. In knowing thee all else beneath the sun seems foul, and so does all beauty pale to thine, so that no fair thing shall ever seem fair so long as my love for thee endures. I carry its ashes in somber procession, silent, arrayed in black, and will take for myself no other love so long as I tarry beneath the sky. I love thee, now and always.
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For the one whom in my dreams shall always be Beren. I love you. When day breaks o'er the tops of the mountains and limns the land in sanguine light And turns the dew to rubies and garnets, on heaths ablaze I will chant thee a rite Of dawn's golden strains I will make thee an altar Of the halcyon hues of a midsummer's day Of birdsong and reverie and wildflowers all Where by clarion springs in thine arms I shall lay And there be a vessel for thy will, and unto thee avowed until the wolves devour the moon and sun, the end of all things begun, then 'neath the boughs of Yggdrasil, with thee I'll shelter still... til nine worlds return to one. When the sky takes up a silvery mantle and upon its brow rests a sliver of moon Upon the glade where I will be waiting a star will shine and I'll sing thee a tune In eventide's shades I will raise up an aria In the brumal moods of a midwinter's night Of shadow and snowfall and twilit rime all Where in boreal groves thine embrace I'll delight And there to a whispered serenade, the world around will bend and sway, and in harmony resound, for to thy spell be bound... on wonderland paths I'll bid thee go, and there no woe will follow, hence they return unto the ground... This wood shall be a temple, and upon a bed of green, joineth unto thee A priestess of thine entity, bestow thine offerings unto me, for I am fey with visions of thine artistry! Earthly wonders I have known, dreams of grandeur called my own, but I can will none fair, for to thee none compare... (I took my wanderlust out to sea Prayed a fair wind to carry me Into the headlands and over the sound Even the gods know not where I'm bound... Into the wide beyond to stray Until the morrow lights my way!) Oh, if this is but a dream, please don't wake me, for I'd seek no release Oh, but to lie eternally, lulled by slumber's sweet elegy... I took my wanderlust out to sea Prayed a fair wind for to carry me Into the headlands and over sound Even the gods know not where I'm bound Into the wide blue beyond for to stray Until the morrow lightens my way... Came to a waste at the whips of a storm Caught in a maelstrom and cast ashore The daughters of Aegir dragged my ship down Brine filled my lungs and alas I drowned Oh, but a smile like the sun stole my pallor as I lay upon the sand Oh, and how my grave-cold skin flushed with life at the touch of a hand!
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(Lofty Hymn for Dying) The time has come to say farewell To lay to rest what dreams still dwell Within this heart, this hearth gone cold To ashen tomb of thoughts untold And may the barren timber suffer no new flames to rise May no songs be sung, no grieving done For all that lives must die, for all that lives must die... I can see The sun in woe descending I can see A lightlessness unending I go with goodwill to the place where night and day adjourn To the twilight from whence all things come and to all things return And to all things return... [A journey ends, another begins A far green place one finds within The maw of death, no listless void I go not in despair but joy...] I shed my mortal bonds and found a road Twas marked with stones and tokens left by lost departed souls such as I [Endlessly the road goes on Into a dusk that has no dawn...] Wreathed in starlight, paved with rime Untethered by the bounds of time My steps like dirges rang sorrowful and high... Upon this road I'd traveled far and long When to my ears drifted the threads of a song Strands of verse and melody entwined with rhyme and threnody Familiar, yet unknown Sang by many and yet my own A seed of hope and purpose grew, turned wretchedness to strength anew... [When at last the shadow falls Amidst the dark you'll hear the call Of sea, of distant shores ahead So trouble not your hearts with dread...] A Ind Naergon... (A lament for the soul...) [Taur ist... Thelion... An gwanath... Cil ira...] (Sublime wisdom, Purpose, Death, Renewal) [A Nirnaeth an Dennen...] (A lament for the fallen...) When I fell upon my sword and the light fled my eyes not a soul was there to bear me away The earth drank deep of my life's blood and no mound was raised To no high hall my spirit borne, no offerings my grave adorned So thus I died as I had lived Unsung and unwritten Bereaved, I crawled from my uninterred remains Aggrieved, I set off again in search of all I'd left behind And in my desolation I hung myself aright On the tree of life, and there in ruin and madness found a light, a song...

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This is the album "in the rough". I am wont to consider it a demo because there are tentative plans to re-record things at a later date in a more professional manner. But I am eager to share my music with the world and so here it is! Hopefully the rough edges can be forgiven! All lyrics may be found beside the tracks!

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released January 2, 2019

All music and lyrics written, composed and performed by Maria Rice EXCEPT TRACK 7 "I Will Not Sing" by Goblin Hovel, whose wonderful music may be found here. goblinhovel.bandcamp.com

Artwork and logo by the insanely talented Michael Young. Check his work out here! www.instagram.com/mike_o_negative_/

Special thanks to dear friends Colin Smith (riverriversauthor.bandcamp.com/releases) and Tony Hicks (Acheulean Forest 6acheuleanforests6.bandcamp.com) who have been my biggest supporters and advisors, Kenny Plante, Michael Young, Ben Stire (Hyperborean Skies hyperboreanskies.bandcamp.com) and Goblin Hovel. I dedicate this album in its entirety to the one I love.

Musical influences include Falkenbach, Summoning, Sequestered Keep, Caladan Brood, RaevJager, Mortiis, Blind Guardian, Elvenking, Enya, Howard Shore's soundtrack for Lord of the Rings.

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Morrowdim El Paso, Texas

Fantasy music inspired by dungeon synth, folk, Tolkien, norse mythology and more.

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