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Black Iris of the Sun -"Woodsmoke - Part I: The Summoning"

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Published on Dec 12, 2011

Here it is! Let me know what you think! Recorded and mixed at Black Garden Studios in Rome NY by Jay Duback. Logo by Will Peplenski. Live photos by Vanessa Bragdon.
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Black Iris of the Sun is:
Shawn -Vocals
Justin -Guitar
Brandon -Guitar
Alan -Bass
Bryan -Drums

LYRICS:
The son of the north
I want you to
Bring to me the forgotten lore
Ancient wisdom of the wood
Sun created the child
Son create the flood
I want thee
Give me strength
To crush my enemy's
Feel the sound of the wind blow by
Hear the wrath of the rivers cry
The tears of the gods
Stain the soil below us
This is the end
See the light decend
Come on fourth
Show me the sign of the gods of the north
Come unto me
Woodlore communion
Come consume it all with me
The look in their eyes
Shows the fear in their mind
Look into my eyes
I want you to see
The pagan woods
ENTER INTO ME

For the light shall
Be destroyed now
By my ancient gods
They give this land its natural darkness
Now I throw another log
On the ancient fires
The smoke will rise and give us strength
I can see wood smoke rising
High up in the northern landscapes
It fills me with heathen pride

Come to the end
See the light descend
I am Hell
Embodied in human form
Gods shall arise
See the smoke as it ascends up in the skies
Write it down
Carve it in stone
Let it be known
How this land was won

For the light shall
Be destroyed now
By my ancient gods
They give this land its nautral darkness
Now I throw another log
On the ancient fires
The smoke will rise and give us strength
I can see wood smoke rising
High up in the northern landscapes
It fills me with heathen pride

Running down the mountainside
I see them coming by the thousands..

For the light shall
Be destroyed now
By my ancient gods
They give this land its natural darkness
Now I throw another log
On the ancient fires
The smoke will rise and give us strength
I can see wood smoke rising
High up in the northern landscapes
It fills me with heathen pride

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