Thrawsunblat - Bones in the Undertow (lyrics)

Track taken from the album "Thrawsunblat II: Wanderer on the Continent of Saplings" (CD - Canada - 2013). Lyrics on screen. Band info: http://www.facebook.com/thrawsunblat http://thrawsunblat.bandcamp.com WANDERER ON THE CONTINENT OF SAPLINGS is the second Thrawsunblat recording, a 60+ minute tapestry of blackened folk metal, black metal, and Maritime folk. credits released 13 March 2013 Joel Violette: songs, guitars, vocals, keys, tin whistles Rae Amitay: drums, backing vocals (tracks 2 & 9) Brendan Hayter: 5-string bass Jeff Mott: Fiddle Produced by Joel Violette and Siegfried Meier Engineered by Joel Violette, Siegfried Meier, and Dan Gonzalez Mixed by Siegfried Meier at Beach Road Studios Mastered by Siegfried Meier at Beach Road Mastering Artwork and layout by Brett Goodchild Cover photo by Blake Menzies When she hardened with the cold we would cross her and marvel in her winter-white beauty. Until she awoke and claimed her first lives, in the spring. And as they roll on the riverbed below, Sustenance reclaimed by the neverending flow. Now she's stolen another soul, Another captive within her ever Autumn-black beauty. And as they roll on the riverbed below, Sustenance reclaimed by the neverending flow. And as they dance on the riverbed below. Nothing but bones in the undertow. As she creates, so she destroys Livers of life must always repay. As she creates, so she regains. All whom she feeds she must one day reclaim. Go, Wanderer! Cross this black stream. Can you smell the distant fires on the horizon? Can you feel the pull of the unknown mists? Of the unknown forests stretching into the skyline? And on this dark day as I cross This New World Rhine with her own rings of gold. She will whip me and bewail me with the wind, To rip me into her depths, and claim me for herself As the trees on the shore stand silently and watch. As I stand out upon the shore, And cry out to the breathing current, Each and every one 'neath this Maritime sun Grieves my brother; I must reclaim him. And so I throw myself to the riverbed below. Resurrection sought in the life-bearing flow. But as I roam on the riverbed below, I see nothing but bones in the undertow. As she creates, so she destroys. Livers of life must always repay. As she creates, so she destroys. All whom she feeds, she must one day reclaim.