Breath of Old Pagan Earth

Lay the Third: "Breath Of Old Pagan Earth"

Deep the valley of darkness where I lie
Enshrouded by the roots of the mighty woods
Above me the cold freezing winds cry
Below the breath of old pagan earth
Shadows dance upon the snow of years
Where the wintry fullmoon wanders

Still remembering the ancient whispers
Of dark worship and spilled blood

Here only black trees stand twisted
In circles of death and memory of pain
Here only dark stones cast shadows
In circles of death and memory of pain

So long ago my blood ran steaming
In the misty torchlit winternight
So long ago my body rotted away
Still I feel the breath of old pagan earth