By Scathagh
HEAR MY NAME
I am the weaver of the sacred spells
I sew the tapestry of life...
I intertwine the threads that make us whole
Embroider Laughter into strife...
I am the maker of your dreams, my child
I'll sing you songs to make you hear
My truth resides in the trees, in the wind
Or in a river running clear...
She is the silence of a moonstruck night
She warms the coolness from the dawn
Her truth is hidden in ancient ways
Of mystery and magic was she born...
Hear My Name murmur on the soft breeze
Hear My Voice whisper through the hills
Hold the Cup of wine everlasting...
Hold the Cup, and drink the fill...
When you're young, I will show you wonders,
When you're hurt, I can heal your pain
When you're sad I can ease your aching heart
And when you're old, I will help you steal away...
In, reach out, head up to the night
Don't try to push against the tide
Let nature's instincts guide you
Take My Hand and hold on tight...
Hear My Name calling on the Wild Wind
Hear My Voice echo through the night
Take My Hand and follow where I lead you
Take My Hand and hold on tight...
Hear My Name screaming on the Wild Wind
Hear My Voice call you through the night
Dream of Me and turn aside your nightmares
Dream of me, and hold on tight...
Scathagh (1990)
Hear my Name
I am the wind on the page of your dreams
I breathe the tapestry of life
I fold around your heart and bring you hope
Embodied Will. I am the Knife...
I cut away the mist inside your mind
I am the truth of words you hear
My strength is found in the love she provides
Though I am Death, there is no fear...
He is the chorus of a sunstruck day
He claims the strident Hunter's horn
His truth is clear in the minds hidden heart
of power and compassion was he born...
Hear My Name on the wind through the open glade
Hear My Voice call gently on the night
Hold the sword and taste what I offer you
Hold the sword...the Fire of Life...
When it's day. I will call upon you
Deep at night. You will hear My song
When you're glad. My passion burns within you
And at your tears. I will know where you belong...
Reach out, reach in. Eyes open to the day
The tide of Life carries all the way
Let the Hunter's instinct guard you
Take My hand, and hold on tight...
Hear My Name calling on the wild wind
Hear My Voice echo through the night
Take My hand, and follow where I lead you
Take My hand, and hold on tight...
Hear My Name screaming on the wild wind
Hear My Voice call you through the night
Dream of Me and turn aside your nightmares
Dream of Me and hold on tight...
1999 Scathagh
Faery Queen and
Warrior Priestess L.A.W.
TWO BROTHERS
Two Brothers of the year,
Inseparable Twins,
Turn and turn and turn about
To see who would be King ...
The first to rise from out the Earth
Was the Mighty Oak.
He warmed the Land and made it grow
To give the people hope ...
Last to rise, but not the Least,
Evergreen, the Holly.
He cooled the Land and bade it rest
To remind us of our folly ...
That both we need, so both we heed.
The One's regign leads to the Other's ...
We watch the seasons, we mark the time
Of struggle between the Brothers.
Today the Oak King loses.
The longest day will be His Last.
He rests in Caer Arianrhod
Til Midwinter comes to pass.
Two Brothers of the Year.
Inseparable Twins.
Turn and turn and turn about
To see who will be King ...
Scathagh 1995