Darkest Woodlands, by Einsamkeit

Darkest Woodlands

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1.	Die Raben 01:23	lyrics
Über den schwarzen Winkel hasten Am Mittag die Raben mit hartem Schrei. Ihr Schatten streift an der Hirschkuh vorbei Und manchmal sieht man sie mürrisch rasten. O wie sie die braune Stille stören, In der ein Acker sich verzückt, Wie ein Weib, das schwere Ahnung berückt, Und manchmal kann man sie keifen hören Um ein Aas, das sie irgendwo wittern, Und plötzlich richten nach Nord sie den Flug Und schwinden wie ein Leichenzug in Lüften, die vor Vergnügen zittern.
2.	The Witch 02:28	lyrics
she have walked a great while over the snow, And she is not tall nor strong. her clothes are wet, and her teeth are set, And the way was hard and long. she wandered over the fruitful earth, But never came here before. Oh, lift me over the threshold, The cutting wind is a cruel foe; she dare not stand in the blast. her hands are stone, and her voice a groan, And the worst of death is past. she is a little maiden still; her little white feet are sore. Her voice was the voice that women have, Who plead for their heart's desire. She came-she came-and the quivering flame Sank and died in the fire.
3.	Night Trees 05:13	lyrics
I thought I saw them writhing in the dawn On cold, black hills -the gnarled and twisted ghosts Of Titan cedars and the sapling hosts That stood so starkly naked an forlong. Poor stricken things that bore the forms of men And forms of beasts; great gorgons unreclaimed By childhood's gracious fancy. Did I then Declare that they had been forever maimed? Tall aspens writhing like beheaded snakes, And cypresses with lean, distorted necks, And stunted hemlocks in the riven brakes That fringed the garments of the oaken wrecks. Oh, did I stand and curse them, one by one, That were so lovely once beneath the sun?