The Heathen Island

High, this violent scent

I’m floating on air

Deep, the echo of the waves

From darkest skies

So far away

Leading us to them

Night, this stormy night

Upon the fields

We raise our hands

And make belief

Calling, now calling them

Down, to descend

The Elder Gods

They’re summoned by us

Invoked back to life

They’re summoned by us

Invoked by the rites

Storms, upon the storm

We call you

Threatening skies

Seal their names

Void, out of this void

And into flesh

Ancient deities

Now we welcome thee

Turned heavenward, our palms

They gather

From heavensent, down to the

Center of the Earth

Witch

Ride the winds, bloodred horizons

Come to me oh, Demeter’s Kin

Dive beneath, bright silver mountains

[Incantation - solo by André]

[Teachings of a master - solo by Rune]

Ride the winds, bloodred horizons

Come to me oh Artemis’ Kin

Dive beneath, bright silver mountains