MOSS OF MOONLIGHT LYRICS

1. Faran

[Instrumental]

2. Existent No More

We climbed the mountains as days went by
many weeks we counted, flag hoisted high
and we thought of others who stayed at home
Cascadian brethren were not alone.
 
Grab my hand, march the path
across the land, be my epitaph.
Dawn—
Dawn of refusal, resistance and lore
Dawn of your god,  existent no more
 
Lonely searchers, we seek our foe
left by time, fate already sewn
no wish for glory, but death not alone
the flag-swathed are returning home.
 
Grab my hand, march the path
across the land, be my epitaph.
Dawn—
Dawn of refusal, resistance and lore.
Dawn of your god,  existent no more.
 
Take our favors of hazel and pine
this land is our blood, you will never die
not alone—
immortal in earth.
Raise your banner bloodstained with hope
sun and rain sacrifice, death feeding life
your gift—
immortal freedom.
 
Grab my hand, march the path
across the land, be my epitaph.
Dawn—
Dawn of refusal, resistance and lore.
Dawn of your god, existent no more.
 

3. Together, United

My lucid green waves
my lamenting seabirds
my salt on your tongue
my sand in your eyes
my star-branded body
my withering fog-breath
my wind in your hair
you long for the shore.

My yearning is two hundred miles long
but my need is ever-strong
we are the threads weaving the skeletal woods
and broken mountains.

Abandon your scrapers of sky, cities are thieves of the soul
rebels that burn with blue fire, listen—
Cascadia calls.

We are many
We are one
We are melodies
We are song

We wept like brothers, fought as sisters
broke like ice and died like glaciers
we yearned like forests starved by summer
we wept like sisters and fought as brothers.

Return to me, my beautiful-one
my waters and my lover
my salt on your tongue
my waves in your hair
my wind and my sand
return to me soon, so we can be one.

My yearning is two hundred miles long
but my need is ever-strong
we are the threads weaving the skeletal woods
and broken mountains.

I wish the mountain-crawling mist
to be your silver breath
this place is not you, my love
but I may never come home.
Your grit beneath every stone
river and sky your cerulean skin
for you are my love, my love
but at battle's end this land will be my home.

My yearning is two hundred miles long
but my need is ever-strong
we are the threads weaving the skeletal woods
and broken mountains
the threadbare fens
and ragged meadows
Long live Cascadia.
Long live this fight.

4. Zen

Estuary of fallen stars
Madrona swallows dark water.
We wear wreaths of lady fern
drink the changeling moonlight.

We burn our meditations on cedar skin
incense, the scent of camas
of moss like mist, glacier lilies.

The sun knows no answer
and longs for the earth.
The moon knows
her love for the sun.

Inhale the stars, exhale existence
the stars—of breath and cloud are born
the stars—restless elements they become.

Rivers tattooed beneath her skin, lotus in the mist
rain of his eyes and of his skin
fog from his lips.

Cyclic snake bites its tail
Ouroborus, Jörmungandr
seed to tree
leaf to rot
Ouroborus, Jörmungandr

The Morrígu and her ravens feast on prism-skinned salmon
underworld in her eyes, in the frostbitten gaze of the fallen.

5. Follow The Owl

The might of man is rubble, tattered land
the true victor—
emerald not iron.

Follow the owl, hide from machine
mechanical scouts, with broken wings
even victorious you will be empty
the last of hope in the owl's eyes.

Owl at dawn, talons gripping
spirits lifting beyond blood and pain.

Follow the owl, hide from machine
mechanical scouts, with broken wings
even victorious you will be empty
the last of hope in the owl's eyes.

Endless should these forest be, uncarved and unscathed
haze-less skies, only moon, star, cloud in the night.

Bronze talons woven in our hair
we smell of wood smoke and rain
follow the owl, gather the horde
follow the owl.

Endless should these forest be, uncarved and unscathed
haze-less skies, only moon, star, cloud in the night.

Faces painted with blood, human ash
but talons strung in our hair
we rise with the owl
warriors fall, stories rise.

6. Call Of The Mountain

Every time they follow the shadows, I will always guide through
stay on your toes while walking through the meadows
the creatures there will haunt you, too.
We belong to the call of the mountain, Hoh Forest calls us back to her
to be a witness to celestial fountains, spirits in it bring you and I together.

I see your reflection on the ripples of the trees
it brings me down to my faint bloody knees.
Though mighty gods have an anger for you
I still gain strength through the power of the moon.

Every time they follow the shadows, I will always guide through.
Stay on your toes while walking through the meadows
the creatures there will haunt you, too.

I take a breath to replenish my will
to think of you is to see the world still.
Just keep on running while they chase after me
we'll run together to continue the journey.

Every time they follow the shadows, I will always guide through.
Stay on your toes while walking through the meadows
the creatures there will haunt you, too.
We belong to the call of the mountain, Hoh Forest calls us back to her
to be a witness to celestial fountains, spirits in it bring you and I together.

Save yourself, forget the paths we crossed
I'm a wanderer, these memories won't be lost.
Hunched on this stone, next to distant red sand dunes
to die along is far better than to die here with you.

Forget about me and the rest of the signs
I'm a wanderer, stuck in multiple lifetimes.
It's all right that you never knew my name
I swear to you, I will not die in vain.

7. Cascadia

The stories speak of trees that think
of singing mist, nameless flowers in footprints.

Tonight, tales are truths
we are silence
we are wood
we are leaf

Ten days, one thousand trees
our enemy marches from the east
sentries of fire, guards of steel
watching, burning, anise and bone.

All ways are shut, we closed them
all but one
a gauntlet hewn from trees
where deadly birds await
with eyes of green.

They come on the solstice
god on their tongues
frost on their guns
lead by one of our own
the path, her veins
chains chattering from her collar
blood and rust.

Silent in the trees, bullet's gaze upon her face
we watch her lead
then she falls, shot in the head.
They call for another green-skin
to lead them through this cursed forest.

We fall before they chain up their prey
deadly windfall from fatal trees.
Reclaim our girl's body.
Feed her to the fire
her ashes to the wind.

Homecoming is the dead's only poetry
Homecoming is the dead's only poetry

Long live Cascadia!
Long live this fight!
Long live the hearts of the fallen
who blood-fed the earth.

Bodies, like so many leaves
falling
like their angels.
Morrígu, I dedicate this battle to
Bogachiel, protect us
Cernunnos, keep our fires strong
Earth, heal us.

The night pale
with snow
ground warm
red
like a womb

8. The Grand Parcel

Fog stirs at the messenger’s feet, like a ghost crossing the threshold
he holds the final words, in his hands
he holds my awakening.

You were bright with wanderlust (must be free)
yet I knew you would long for home (long to leave)
I pleaded (let me go)
please don’t go (far from sea, please…)
but you never listened (let me go)
not to the ocean-call (let me leave)
not to me (strength in hand)
so I let you go (as I go, far from the sea)

Free like mist and the snarling sea
like darkling trees and the feral wind
I bid you farewell, forever more...

You are shadowed, lightless-eyed (I am free)
you will never come home (ever free)
I plead (deep this pain)
live again, my daughter (long to leave, please…)
but the dead do not listen (release me)
not to fathers (in the end)
not to oceans (quiet screams)
bid you farewell, forevermore (as I leave, far from my home)

Free like mist and the snarling sea
like darkling trees and the feral wind
I bid you farewell, forever more...

My lucid green waves,
my lamenting seabirds, call for you
my star-branded body
my withering fog-breath
I long for you.

My infinity beckons, your blood returns to me
by river and rain
you return, we are one.

9. Internal Epilogue

The road returning ends in unmarked graves
motherless children, lover's lips and tongue
the broken or sealed promised—
I will come home.

The road returning tastes of blood and honey
ash and birth, smells of death
and the white froth of oceanspray in spring.

Years it seems since I last tread beneath these pines
and the moon seems different, somehow
without its bloodmist disguise
I am nightmare's child that walks the real dream.

We marked a reverie, drawn upon the map
crafted your home, of snow, leaf and sea.

I raise a new home from the ruins, bury my lover's bones
logs of Douglas fir and cedar
altar of shells and stones.

Freedom exists
like a pearl in darkness
beneath the tyrant's tongue
a pearl in darkness.

Take my heart and my body
build with your lover's bones
take from me, dig deep within me
Earthskin for your home.

The road returning tastes of blood and honey
ash and birth, smells of death
and the white froth of oceanspray in spring.

10. The Trail Beyond The Dying Sun

The earth shook herself awake, fire and stone
bit her chains of fetid reason
like a sapling from decay, she will feed on your fall.

Her freedom, you named it green treason
you bastards with your bruised flag.
I’d like to cut out your tongues
spangle fifty barbs across your face.

I am estranged, far from the ocean
stunted ribcage trees, thorned husks like death
no corpse-reek, it smells of bone
a wraithlike land, crumbling tomb.

I thirst for the rain, dew on needles and leaf
Lady Bogachiel, oh maiden of mist
but dust fills my eyes, spines in my mouth
to speak of home, that is green treason.

I hid the ink on my skin, a glacier lily upon each palm
Twin Sisters tattooed down my spine, Rainier’s peaks upon my arm
but when I spoke of green treason you bound me with scorching desert rope
forced iron down my throat
now I dream of the moss-stains beneath my feet.

You can never keep me from my home
Lady Bogachiel sings of your doom
the rain has always brought the end of ruin
heed, my lady calls me with her fog-song, I must return.

Deep in the vale stirs my lady’s primal fire
green crescent moons beneath the black star-shine
ebon as the Morrígu's gaze
I stare into my lady’s sunless face
the trail beyond the dying sun.

My mother, the light shed from a raven’s wing
father, the vapor of its eyes.
From my stepping feet, rising mist and fallen rain
my bird skulls, burning incense, exhale cloud.
The sun through wet veils, my hazel-horned lover
he runs deep in my moss and loam, my sunken river.
Molten starlight in the ground, pale beards drape from trees
traps of spider web and wind-woven moss ensnare me.

Deep in the vale stirs my lady’s primal fire
green crescent moons beneath the black star-shine
ebon as the Morrígu's gaze.

I am your vale, breast dark as the black of crow-eyes
I am your vale, fog cold upon your brow.
Frozen ferns and night fog are my winter incense
drink it deep, drink it deep, in cold arms you sleep.
I drape you in moss-woven blankets to keep you warm
molten starlight thaws the ground, we are home.

Deep in the vale stirs my lady’s primal fire
green crescent moons beneath the black star-shine
ebon as the Morrígu's gaze
I stare into my lady’s face
we walk the path of blades, the trail beyond the dying sun.







MOSS OF MOONLIGHT LYRICS