Chahelim Stomp from Mourning Petrichor by Omenfog

(Chahelim)

Twisted up inside.
I'm having trouble fitting in
cause I'm a heathen by design.
I haven't made up my mind
whether sticking 'round here's
even worth my time.
Maybe there's no real
home for me.
Is there anywhere that doesn't
charge a housing fee?

The pain runs deep.

May the truth find
all those who seek.
Blessings to the strong
& redemption for the weak.
Demons running through these veins
Like the salmon in the river,
makes me shiver on occasion
Teardrops mix with the rain.
Holy thunder bellowing out my name.

The raincloud speaks.

Ghost of the rebels in the hills.
In the early morning you can hear 'em
singing like they used to.
Died young by the sword
& the mountain soaked in red.
You can join 'em if you choose to.
Freedom ain't given, it's earned.
Oh my God, how the
tables have turned.

My son, return.

Piles of bones in the cave.
Up in the old pine tree
sits a young raven.
Fire coming fast his way,
better fly away soon or
get eaten by the flames.
He decided to stay.
With one last cry as
the sky turned grey.

It's better this way.

(Chahelim)

• Metal
• american black metal
• dungeon synth
• neo folk
• pagan metal
• Seattle