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1. |
The Pendragon's Sword
03:57
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The Pendragon’s Sword
On the day of the dead, when the year too dies,
Must the youngest open the oldest hills
Through the door of the birds, where the breeze breaks.
There fire shall fly from the raven boy,
And the silver eyes that see the wind,
And the Light shall have the harp of gold.
By the pleasant lake the Sleepers lie,
On Cadfan’s Way where the kestrels call;
Through grim from the Grey King shadows fall,
Yet singing the golden harp shall guide
To break their sleep and bid them ride
When light from the lost land shall return,
Six Sleepers shall ride, six Signs shall burn,
And where the midsummer tree grows tall
By Pendragon’s sword the Dark shall fall.
When the Dark comes rising, six shall turn it back;
Three from the circle, three from the track;
Wood, bronze, iron; water, fire, stone;
Five will return, and one go alone.
By the pleasant lake the Sleepers lie,
On Cadfan’s Way where the kestrels call;
Through grim from the Grey King shadows fall,
Yet singing the golden harp shall guide
To break their sleep and bid them ride
When light from the lost land shall return,
Six Sleepers shall ride, six Signs shall burn,
And where the midsummer tree grows tall
By Pendragon’s sword the Dark shall fall.
Iron for the birthday, bronze carried long;
Wood from the burning, stone out of song;
Fire in the candle-ring, water from the thaw;
Six Signs the circle, and the grail gone before.
By the pleasant lake the Sleepers lie,
On Cadfan’s Way where the kestrels call;
Through grim from the Grey King shadows fall,
Yet singing the golden harp shall guide
To break their sleep and bid them ride
When light from the lost land shall return,
Six Sleepers shall ride, six Signs shall burn,
And where the midsummer tree grows tall
By Pendragon’s sword the Dark shall fall.
Fire on the mountain shall find the harp of gold,
Played to wake the Sleepers, oldest of the old;
Power from the green witch lost beneath the sea;
All shall find the light at last, silver on the tree.
By the pleasant lake the Sleepers lie,
On Cadfan’s Way where the kestrels call;
Through grim from the Grey King shadows fall,
Yet singing the golden harp shall guide
To break their sleep and bid them ride
When light from the lost land shall return,
Six Sleepers shall ride, six Signs shall burn,
And where the midsummer tree grows tall
By Pendragon’s sword the Dark shall fall.
On Cadfan’s Way where the kestrels call;
Through grim from the Grey King shadows fall,
Yet singing the golden harp shall guide
To break their sleep and bid them ride
When light from the lost land shall return,
Six Sleepers shall ride, six Signs shall burn,
And where the midsummer tree grows tall
By Pendragon’s sword the Dark shall fall.
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2. |
The Last Unicorn
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The Last Unicorn
A silvery eye glows over the world,
And on the shadowy hills of night,
A silver mane tosses, a golden hoof stamps,
And a single horn shines with its own light.
Unicorn on the wing;
What a beautiful, beautiful thing!
You dance and you sing;
Unicorn on the wing.
Her beauty tells tales of a world long ago;
Her silvery tail, her sad, starry eyes;
Her passion, her magic, her past and her future,
And her silver wings that rule the skies.
Unicorn on the wing;
What a beautiful, beautiful thing!
You dance and you sing;
Unicorn on the wing.
Now her journey is cold and dark and alone,
Through the ice rings of Saturn, past Jupiter’s moons;
For though she is magic, and all of our dreams,
She will not know many more nights and noons.
Unicorn on the wing;
What a beautiful, beautiful thing!
You dance and you sing;
Unicorn on the wing.
For she is our dreams, and our dreams are falling;
The Unicorn’s life is in our hands.
Oh, can’t we go back to the Old Way of life,
And stop trying to ruin each others’ lands?
Unicorn on the wing;
What a beautiful, beautiful thing!
You dance and you sing;
Unicorn on the wing.
Unicorn on the wing;
What a beautiful, beautiful thing!
You dance and you sing;
Unicorn on the wing.
You dance and you sing;
Unicorn on the wing.
You dance and you sing;
Unicorn on the wing.
You dance and you sing;
Unicorn on the wing.
You dance and you sing;
Unicorn on the wing,
Unicorn on the wing.
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Wind Voyager
02:50
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Instrumental
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Battle Ballad
03:28
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Battle Ballad
Hear the marching army? They approach upon the morning.
Hear the marching army as they ride out with the sun?
Hear the marching army as they ride up on the hillside?
Hear the marching army sing of battles to be won?
All they are are young boys whose eyes are full of glory
All they are are young boys who don’t know their own names
All they are are young boys who want to be the heroes
All they are are young boys who dream of honoured fame
But war, it is no game
And there’s no one to blame
Young men’s hearts set aflame
In mankind’s darkest game
Now the boy’s a soldier who’s faced with real bullets
Now the boy’s a soldier who wants his sweetheart’s kiss
Now the boy’s a soldier, the hell with fame and glory!
Now the boy’s a soldier, why has it come to this?
Gunshots echo as he asks himself a couple questions
Gunshots echo as he asks, “Oh God, what have we done?”
Gunshots echo as he asks, “God, is a war the answer?”
Gunshots echo as the boy lays down his father’s gun
The war, it is no game
And there’s no one to blame
Glory and pride turned to shame
In mankind’s darkest game
Hear the marching army? They approach upon the evening.
Hear the marching army as they ride in with the sun?
Hear the marching army just crying with their sweethearts
Hear the marching army say a war cannot be won
And war, it is no game
And there’s no one to blame
Please hear the soldier’s claim:
War is mankind’s darkest game
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5. |
Sing a Dragon's Song
04:48
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Sing a Dragon’s Song
Long ago
We had hopes and dreams
Long ago
Things were what they seemed
The tears we cry
Reflect our endless pain
Long ago
Was sun instead of rain
Those times are long past
Sweet dreams are gone
Those times are long past
Sing a dragon’s song
Sing a dragon’s song
You and I
Are of two different worlds
Yet our lives
Are filled with dark perils
Share with me
The danger that I live
In a time
When love’s all we can give
Those times are long past
Sweet dreams are gone
Those times are long past
Sing a dragon’s song
Sing a dragon’s song
We’re so young
And yet we are so old
We have seen
Horrors yet untold
We both know
That death will guide our way
Yet we hope
That there’ll be light someday
Those times are long past
Sweet dreams are gone
Those times are long past
Sing a dragon’s song
Sing a dragon’s song
Sing a dragon’s song
Sing a dragon’s song
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6. |
Dragonflight
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Dragonflight
Fading sun
Shining on the world
What has been done
Can come unfurled
Can you spare just a little time?
Can you take my hand? Your love is mine
Dragonflight
Leave the world behind
Dragonflight
In each other we find love of a kind
Were we ever children?
Did we run and play?
Did we once know innocence?
Did we dream in the day?
We can reach back and find that child
We can reach ahead; be free and wild
Dragonflight
Leave the world behind
Dragonflight
In each other we find love of a kind
Our worlds will come together
(Our worlds will come together)
Will join as one
(Will join as one)
Can’t we do the same?
Remove the cloud from the sun, from the sun
If I had just one wish
I know what I would say
I wish that hand-in-hand
We could just fly away
Will you love me if I break my vow?
Will you love me if I’m lost somehow?
Dragonflight
Leave the world behind
Dragonflight
In each other we find love of a kind
Dragonflight
Leave the world behind
Dragonflight
In each other we find love of a kind
Love of a kind
Love of a kind
Love of a kind . . .
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From the Catacombs of My Darkest Mind
The Night draws herself up around me,
My cloak of darkness.
She is my master. I am her lover.
And together we waltz,
Locked in a danse macabre;
The Night and her creature
In a lover’s embrace.
And when the Night caresses me,
She arouses in me desire,
And with desire comes my thirst,
And I know what I need.
White skin and pseudoflesh
Yearning for a forbidden liquid
As red as the reddest rose,
And sweeter than the finest wine.
And as I lick my too-long canines
The human in me ceases to exist,
And I become an animal.
I know only the laws of the jungle:
Seek, find, stalk, kill!
I am a fox among the chickens,
My movements vulpine and my grin ghastly,
Eyes questing for my prey.
There! A thief in an alley,
A brother of sorts.
He knows the shadows of Night as I know them.
Poor, helpless mortal;
A short, sad life of pain and misery.
I will relieve him of his suffering:
And believe me, the kill brings pleasure
To the victim and hunter alike.
He will die happy.
So as the clock strikes twelve
I move in for the kill,
A predator as only a beast can be.
There is my victim, eyes bulging in terror,
Hands flailing helplessly.
My fangs come forward,
My lips pull back,
Saliva floods my mouth.
And all my senses perceive him:
My eyes mark his reactions
As if I were watching an insect.
I hear the brass sound of his screams
Echo in my ears.
Beneath my hands I feel
His desperate struggles and the pulse of his heart.
And the smell of his blood is in my nostrils –
The scent of it is so overwhelming,
So tangible I can taste it already –
And I want him.
I draw back his head,
And his pink throat . . .
So tantalizing, so desirable, conjuring my evil thirst.
And I drive my fangs in,
Then move my lips over the flow
And I start to suck at the wound.
Rapture! Ecstasy! Heaven!
I am in Eden!
I walk among the angels!
Our heartbeats thunder in my ears.
His blood flows from his veins and into mine,
Warming me,
Nourishing me,
Slaking my thirst.
In my triumph of glory I moan aloud,
And he weakens . . .
Weakens . . .
Dies.
I pull away slowly,
Reeling in rapture,
And the world is surreal, dreamlike, abstract.
My loins throb in the wake of my passion.
In an endless moment of self-indulgence
I lick my sharp teeth and
Blood-red lips,
And I smile.
Then suddenly, the beast within me
Returns to the shadows from
Whence it came;
From the catacombs of my darkest mind.
And the human emerges,
The human with his moral codes
And his concept of “society”.
He sees the victim lying in death.
He sees the marks his fangs have made.
He tastes red iron in his mouth.
And he screams.
And all the while the beast notices
A drop of blood trickling from the marks,
And it hungers for it.
My God, what have I done?
What have I done?
And I, too, return to the shadows,
Creeping like the guilty thing I am,
Just a face in the crowd
But forever sequestered from it.
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8. |
Savage Garden
09:53
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Savage Garden
Silently the darkness falls
The demon thirst within me calls –
Out I creep to stalk to night alone
Shadows wake; the evening’s tide
Sings its rhythm at the waterside
Time passes – once again I’m on my own
I am the watcher looking in;
Bringer of death, bearer of sin
Dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight
Intoxicating blood, my victim’s life
Come with me into the darkness; I’ll show you how
Primeval urge runs through my twisted soul
The blood desire devours me whole
Come into my arms, my love; it’s Mephistopheles’ night out
I am the watcher looking in;
Bringer of death, bearer of sin
I am the devil in the flesh
And I fear my evilness
There are a million ways to die; there are a thousand ways to bleed
And I have seen them all; I bear the demon seed
Please don’t come too close, my love,
Or I’ll kill you where you stand
Ma chere, my fangs are on your throat, and my love is in my heart
Your death fulfills my need, and it tears my soul apart
I pray to gods I don’t believe in, someone stay my hand . . .
I am the watcher looking in
Bringer of death, bearer of sin
I am a demon in disguise
And I wear an angel’s eyes
Deep within the Savage Garden, what’s morality?
There is no God to judge and the only Devil is me!
Reaching out to find the truth, and finding nothing there
Solitude and loneliness; a quest to fight dispair
There is a greater truth in beauty and in life
And how it all can end when the Reaper swings his scythe
Deep within the Savage Garden, what do you dream of?
For even the Devil can love
I am the watcher looking in
Bringer of death, bearer of sin
I am a hunter and a beast
And from this curse I seek release . . .
And now the night is cold,
And my dark tale is told
This confession note I write
By a pale candle’s light
With these sorrowed, sinful eyes
I will face the morning sky
Unless you join my in my quest
I cannot bear the loneliness
I an the watcher looking in
Bringer of death, bearer of sin
Ma chere, my love, I’ll say goodbye
Before I chase my last sunrise . . .
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9. |
Sian Bhuadha
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Sian Bhuadha
You go home this night
To your home of winter,
To your home of autumn,
Of spring and of summer,
You go home this night to your lasting home,
To your eternal bed, to your sound sleeping.
Sleep now, sleep, and so fade sorrow,
Sleep now, sleep, and so fade sorrow,
Sleep now, sleep, and so fade sorrow,
Sleep, my beloved, in the rock of the fold.
The sleep of seven lights upon you, my dear.
The sleep of seven joys upon you, my dear.
The sleep of seven slumbers upon you, my dear.
Sleep, oh sleep, in the quiet of quietness,
Sleep, oh sleep, in the way of guidance,
Sleep, oh sleep, in the love of all loving,
Sleep, my beloved, in the rock of the fold.
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10. |
Made in Heaven
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Made in Heaven
You look so familiar; where’ve I seen your face before?
Someone stole our love away; all is fair in love and war
You’re the one I dream about – we’ve met in another life
Why can’t we be together?
Oh, love is a double-edged knife
Love is a double-edged knife
Long ago and far away
We met: we fell in love that day
I’ll wait ten years, I’ll wait eleven,
It’s a match that was made in heaven
A match that was made in heaven
Now I see your expression; now I see you realize
You know my face from somewhere, I can see it in your eyes, and you say,
“You’re the woman I dream about – we’ve met in another life
“I want to hold you forever,
“But love is a double-edged knife”
Love is a double-edged knife
Long ago and far away
We met: we fell in love that day
I’ll wait ten years, I’ll wait eleven,
It’s a match that was made in heaven
A match that was made in heaven
We’re just two young fools in love, and we’ve met somewhere before
Love can break all bondage – it could shatter the ocean floor
We’re the ones we’ve dreamed about – we’ve met in another life
And we’ll always be together
If love is a double-edged knife
Oh, love is a double-edged knife
Long ago and far away
We met: we fell in love that day
I’ll wait ten years, I’ll wait eleven,
It’s a match that was made in heaven
A match that was made in heaven
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The Unicorn's Reprise
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The Unicorn’s Reprise
Compelled by force beyond understanding,
I sail this sea of stars.
Compelled by force beyond understanding,
I sail this sea of stars.
A Universe has passed through these eyes –
Planets, quasars, and nebulae –
And yet I bear proud battle scars,
And yet I bear proud battle scars.
Driven by instinct forever commanding,
I roam this jewel-studded sky.
Driven by instinct forever commanding,
I roam this jewel-studded sky;
From routine and recurrence I flee,
Inspired by the comet I see –
Inspired by the comet I see,
As driven by instinct to wander as I.
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12. |
Catch a Falling Star
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Catch a Falling Star
Dreams are clouds of mist,
A Unicorn I ride,
But a wisp of cloudy Darkness
Creeps from the other side
Open the doors of time,
Remember memories
Of family and friends,
But the eye of Darkness sees
Catch a falling star tonight,
The Darkness screams outside –
Just keep your dreams a’dancing;
Your soul she’ll never find
I believe in unicorns,
Interplanetary flight;
But one thing I don’t believe in –
Letting go your life –
Catch a falling star
A shadow passes over
My star in the sky;
An evil falcon watches
With a knowing eye
The tunnel is a long one,
But Light is at the end,
I know because my friend’s been there,
There and back again
Catch a falling star tonight,
The Darkness screams outside –
Just keep your dreams a’dancing;
Your soul she’ll never find
I believe in unicorns,
Interplanetary flight;
But one thing I don’t believe in –
Letting go your life –
Catch a falling star
Dreams are clouds of mist,
A Unicorn I ride,
The river’s very wide,
But the Sun’s on the other side
Catch a falling star tonight,
The Darkness screams outside –
Just keep your dreams a’dancing;
Your soul she’ll never find
I believe in unicorns,
Interplanetary flight;
But one thing I don’t believe in –
Letting go your life –
Catch a falling star
I believe in unicorns,
Interplanetary flight;
But one thing I don’t believe in –
Letting go your life –
Catch a falling star
Catch a falling star
Catch a falling star
Catch a falling star . . .
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Sable Aradia Vernon, British Columbia
Independent singer-songwriter, author & composer of New Age, Pagan, filk, acoustic, meditation & goth music. Sable spans numerous musical genres, but her work is inspired by her Wiccan faith and her wild imagination. Her influences include Billie Holiday, Heather Alexander, Leslie Fish, Iron Maiden, Wendy Rule, and Inkubus Sukkubus. ... more
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My goth rock/gothic metal project with guitarist Kevyn LeBlanc & keyboardist Roy Adams (Gallows Hill, 13 Winters.) We've been compared to Inkubus Sukkubus and Evanescence.
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Underdark Echoes
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My epic fantasy metal project with guitarist Kevyn LeBlanc (Gallows Hill.) We've been compared to Mercyful Fate, Pink Floyd and Nightwish.
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