Season Of The Owl

Album cover art for "Season Of The Owl" by Elvenking

Elvenking - Rock, Folk Metal

Season Of The Owl

2 Plays

Duration: 5:20

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Lyrics

[Verse 1] From a crack into the forest clad with splendid mantle green A creek of crystal water falls down from the highest mountain peaks The kingdom of the fellowship, the ground of plays and laughs Aside sit on the rocks a budding poet stared the girl he loved He loved [Verse 2] A crippled boy with heart of gold, a lone soul selfless breed A kid that fights the serpents of the sea, another maladapted A little girl God-frightened, a friend slightly obsessed Luna and his brother fill these misadjusted ranks [Pre-Chorus] As the owl flies in the darkened skies Fiery ember eyes, as it dives on its fallen prey The reader sighs as the knot unties The eight have died, under blood blade of vengeance they lie [Chorus] This is a fable to forget, it's a song to not bequeath Leave those memories behind in the chasm beneath It's the Season of the Owl, the becoming of the foul As the predator beguiles to the final feast [Post-Chorus] Of the owl Of the owl Oh, of the owl Of the owl Oh [Verse 3] Then the leaves stand still, sudden the silence falls And a gust of wind brings in the tragedy "What have you done?" A hand emerging searching helping hands "Help her out, for the Gods' sake" [Bridge] The tragic fair foretold Eight souls to Hades sold [Chorus] This is a fable to forget, it's a song to not bequeath Leave those memories behind in the chasm beneath It's the Season of the Owl, the becoming of the foul As the predator beguiles to the final feast [Verse 4] Point your prey, eyes to tear dark apart Death knell fey for your silent black heart Oh, you soaring dark winged Linger in wait and plunge in dismay [Pre-Chorus] As the owl flies in the darkened skies Fiery ember eyes, as it dives on its fallen prey The reader sighs as the knot unties The eight have died, under blood blade of vengeance they lie [Chorus] This is a fable to forget, it's a song to not bequeath Leave those memories behind in the chasm beneath It's the Season of the Owl, the becoming of the foul As the predator beguiles to the final feast [Post-Chorus] Of the owl Of the owl Oh, of the owl Of the owl Oh

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Credits

Writers
  • Federico Baston
  • Davide Moras