The Ride (Blood Axis) When doors lie open at halloween On glimmering hills in lands unseen The oldest of all that the world gave birth Ride again through the hills of earth Long before the word was spoken No one scarred or promise broken From dust before the first days sun The children of the twilight come When the grey storms rose on the windy plain And the Corn Mother sang for the springing grain They carved the chalk downs on the hill The Grey Horse rode and its riding still When the eagles came with their wings outspread And the hard roads rang to the legions dread The wall ran straight from coast to coast Under the starlight rode the Host When they came from the north with their axe and plow And the one-eyed god hung from the bough Nine nights between the earth and sky These are the hosts come riding by When clambering bells and chanting priests Proclaimed the dead god from the east And churches rose on every hand Still the Grey Host rode the land When gold was god and labor cheap And they herded men like dogs herd sheep Through furnace, glare and smoky mill The Grey Host rode and its riding still Through towered blocks and littered streets Where sirens wail and dottirs sleep Where hope lives god only knows All the gods died long ago Still the Grey Host rides through the dead of night And the citys a shadow unto their sight For beyond the mist of centuries Still shine the stars and the ancient tree Out of the darkness On the road where the debt is run Cold as moonlight Terrible as the sun
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 13:46:17 +0000