Goblin Hovel from Goblin Hovel by Goblin Hovel

Drift beyond the conscious sphere
Through the trees by moonlit paths
Leave the dying fire to burn
Fading as you tread the ground
I am running on the paths (Have I given into panic?)
Winding through the forest (Or fallen for illusions?)
There is mist upon the pond (Revealed, struck by moonlight)
The silence echoes back (another voice responds with mine)
It is they who peer through the dark
Empty eyes from hollow ground
I realize the peace to come
night folds its wings around me
Catch a wisp between my hands (to watch the light grow stronger)
Like a bat it tries to fly (strange and dark, but fragile)
And though I cannot see the shape (opaque, and blindly welcome)
Memories that I never had (come back to haunt my second soul).
In this enchanted garden
Where shadows stalk beneath the moon
The Strangeness of this knowledge
Casts a shadow on the ground

• Folk metal
• Goblin
• Metal
• doom
• gothic
• neofolk
• United States