Adorned With the Figures of Snakes, Pt. 1

Through Dumnonian woods
 Darkish resting veil
 Hearing the shadow's voice speak colder than wind-blown snow
 Strewn and blown upon the wet bone grounds
 Deep valley dweller... shadows step back
 Stand in your ghostly form
 Rhythms our flesh and blood know
 No more of this waking sleep
 Dancing in the pale broken colour of storms
 Meeting with the warder
 Feed the frozen fires of time
 Your peace will be fought for and mourned
 And lead you to the heartland of the mind
 Figures stand there old and lorn
 Deep valley dweller
 Daybreak... Fog
 Wet leaves bowing deep
 Bedewed, the weald's shadows spring from sleep through Dumnonia
 Hu Gadarn's fertile shadows spring
 Dancing in pale broken colour... as ashen as cinereous
 Shorn of the beams and blazonry, fending branches from our faces
 Hearing the shadows voice speak colder than wind-blown snow
 Our head has forgotten... no more of this waking sleep!
 Strewn and blown upon the wet bone grounds
 Always a presence I have felt through Dumnonian woods
 To further the figures I put to faith in such vivid force
 I present the aspects of themselves in me
 The deep valley dweller, trusting his life to the hills
 Bestowing signs of exceptional favour
 To the heights of the moor's frontier
 Burying my arms 'neath the brooklet
 I hope they will rise adorned with the figures of snakes
 Shadows... step back
 Stand in your ghostly form
 The spirits of my souls existence