Thuja Magus Imperium

Wolves in the Throne Room

Redness in the east beyond the mountain
 The Wheel begins to turn anew
 Turning ever towards the Sun
 Garlands adorn a chariot, aflame
 Blood runs from the flank of a wounded stag
 Turning inwards, all beings bow low
 Unconcealed she flies
 Then hidden by snow
 Eyes pale voice of night

 Black clouds bring rain
 A white cloak and mantel
 Enshrouds all of the great monoliths
 Deities of frost crave an offering to storms
 Great Firs felled by the wind

 The eagle's aerie towering windswept
 Sky-lords towering above
 Night-born songs descend by moonlight
 A rain of jewels Calliope sings
 Each one a secret word inscribed in time

 Sacred bones crumble enshrined
 Entombed in roots and stones
 A dead sun burns in the hollow Earth
 Nameless rivers of dust

 This bright thread so pure
 Drawn through everything that is
 Enslaved by ancient bonds
 Beyond the mists and golden light
 Beyond the darkness transcending time