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Seven brides serve me seven sins
Seven seas writhe for me
From Orient gates to R'lyeh
Abydos to Thessaly
And Sirens sing from stern
But now I cease to play
For I yearn to return
To woodland ferns
Where Herne and his wild huntress lay
Now the tidal are turning
Spurning the darkness
The great purgations of distinguished tours
Are but stills in time
To the thrill that I'm
Once more
Heading to the bedding
Of her English shores
The wind bickered in Satanic mill sails
Eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees
And mists clung tight in panic to vales
When Brigantia spoke her soul to me
From Imbolg to Bealtaine
Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts
I heard her lament as season's blent
Together a chimerical beast
Now the tidal are turning
Churning in darkness
The celebrations of extinguished wars
Are but stills in time
To the chill that climbs
Once more
Dreading the red weddings
On her English shores
Gone are the rustic summers of my youth
Cruel winter cut their sacred throats
With polished scythes that reap worldwide
Pitch black skies and forest smoke
And the hosts that I saw there
Drones of carrion law
Drove the ghosts of my forbears
To rove and rally once more
One of her sons from the vast far-flung
Come home to rebuild
The rampant line of the Leonine
Risen over pestilent fields
Now the tidal are turning
Burning in darkness
The salvation of her hungry sword
Shalt spill like wine
From the hills to chines
That pour
Spreading her beheadings
On these English shores
For the hosts that I saw there
Drones of carrion law
Drove the ghosts of my forbears
To rove and rally once more
This is a waking for England
From it's reticent doze
This is a waking for England
Lest hope and glory are regarded as foes
Seven seas writhe for me
From Orient gates to R'lyeh
Abydos to Thessaly
And Sirens sing from stern
But now I cease to play
For I yearn to return
To woodland ferns
Where Herne and his wild huntress lay
Now the tidal are turning
Spurning the darkness
The great purgations of distinguished tours
Are but stills in time
To the thrill that I'm
Once more
Heading to the bedding
Of her English shores
The wind bickered in Satanic mill sails
Eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees
And mists clung tight in panic to vales
When Brigantia spoke her soul to me
From Imbolg to Bealtaine
Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts
I heard her lament as season's blent
Together a chimerical beast
Now the tidal are turning
Churning in darkness
The celebrations of extinguished wars
Are but stills in time
To the chill that climbs
Once more
Dreading the red weddings
On her English shores
Gone are the rustic summers of my youth
Cruel winter cut their sacred throats
With polished scythes that reap worldwide
Pitch black skies and forest smoke
And the hosts that I saw there
Drones of carrion law
Drove the ghosts of my forbears
To rove and rally once more
One of her sons from the vast far-flung
Come home to rebuild
The rampant line of the Leonine
Risen over pestilent fields
Now the tidal are turning
Burning in darkness
The salvation of her hungry sword
Shalt spill like wine
From the hills to chines
That pour
Spreading her beheadings
On these English shores
For the hosts that I saw there
Drones of carrion law
Drove the ghosts of my forbears
To rove and rally once more
This is a waking for England
From it's reticent doze
This is a waking for England
Lest hope and glory are regarded as foes
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England was before rome came, a pagan isle, along with Ireland etc.
"Now the tidal are turning
Churning in darkness
The celebrations of extinguished wars
Are but stills in time"
That says that the status quo is changing, which could be paganism and christianity, the celebration of rome's victory over england is forgotten and the old ways are overtaking christianity.
And yes, the four fire festivals are about changing seasons, but also have certain deities attributed with them and themes.
Imbolg is spring and sacred to Brighid, Beltaine is the sabbat of fertility and sexuality, Lughnasadh is the first and main harvest festival and Samhain is the festival of the dead and the brand new year according to Celtic Lore.
the 4 feasts mentioned are feasts making the season changes as they are generally viewed in europe...
What I think this song is saying is that England needs to finally take charge and control something instead of sit back and watch everyone else do it. They tried with America, but look what happens. America gets of it's feet and says fuck you we got it and dumps england off ot the side.,
I think what Dani is saying here is that England has just been withheld throughout history, and that even on it's attepmts to take charge has failed. England has nothing to it's name, and has nothing looking up for it in the future and Dani thinks that they should try and do something to give england some hope and glory for the future.
It mentions the four fire festivals of paganism, and herne is the hunter, half stag half man..which is another representation of the pagan god of the hunt, cernunnous.
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Abydos is the holy city of the god Osiris.
Thessaly is a region in Ancient Greece where The Cult of the White Goddess originated.
Herne(as cylent watcher said) is the spirit of a hunter that guards travelers through Windsor Great Park.
Brigantia is the Celtic goddess of war, wisdom, and crafts.
erudite stranger pretty much told what Lughnasadh and Samhain were.
Imbolg is the Celtic festival of lights, also known as Candlemas.
And finally, Leonine is the British lion, which is a symbol of the Colonial Empire.
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Just did some research on Herne:
Apparently he was the equivalent of the hound of the baskerbilles for Great Windsor Park, a private hunting ground established by Henry IV(?). Herne the hunter, pictured a bit like a satyr, was falsely connected to Satan (puritan fucks) and became a bit of a local legend
"From Imbolg to Bealtaine
Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts"
Bealtaine, Lughnasadh, and Samhain are all feast days in the celtic callender. I'll asume imbolg is an British celtic one, because i havn't heard of it in ireland.