Merry Macabre Songtext
von Wobbler

Artemis! Hunt with me tonight!
Let me escape this slow decay they call a life
Dionysos! Let the nectar flow!
As amorphous lovers, we′ll together grow

Silk and wine, mighty fine
The treasures of my leisure time
Ruby red and emerald green, the colours suit the royal scene

Moments to cherish when all else collapses
Dance with your daemons, embrace thine entrapments

Apollo! Your light is my reward!
We sing your words to the ancient chord
Demeter! Your bosom grants a feast!
Some golden hours to forget the beast
Rose and thyme, in their prime
Hear the herbal bells they chime
Botanic gold to build the strength
And endure the battles that will go on at length
But I will never yield, I'll stand and fight
And afterwards drink my mead


Moments, like cherries at the peak of their
Ripeness, ripe for the plucking in this hour of brightness

Here we lie, slowly descending
Wide open eyes, it never stops
It′s never ending, ending, ending

Beneath the velvet shroud with pearls adorned
A lonely traveller, a creature horned
Lost among the leaves, in doubt he chants his grief

My path has led me to this gloomy place
The murky waters reflects an unknown face
I do not know him, or the sigils on his skin
Dark red scars scorched by the brightness of the stars

Sirius! Scorcher of the dome!
Illuminate the meadows where I roam
Silenos! Find me 'mongst the reeds
Rescue me and bring me to the feast!
See the fires burning, and blooming flowers turning
Their faces moved by yearning, in this hour of golden learning


Behind the twilight gate
At last, but not too late
In a field where all gods mate
I come to wrestle faith

Let me be plucked clean by the bird of Hermes

Arise again, arise again
Hen to pan

Throw away the shield of day

Snake of light
Hen to pan

Remember when we were like children free
Playing in the greens, laughing carelessly
Oh, I miss those days, that strange and funny place

The serpent sleeping inside the keep
She enters slowly through the door of sleep
She has always been, she is my own kin
A grim dark torrent, waiting underneath my skin

Scorched by the flames of nihil
Soar through the veils of air
Lie in her fertile bosom
Cleansed by the Water from the Deep