A dying tree has standing brothers to break its fall
Holding still, to revel in the mourning before the release
But for now, just breathe
The drying leaves, just before they glide to the earth
Are reminiscent of all that was green
And pass away in peace
The consciousness of seasons
Changing, unknown
Maiden, Mother, Crone
A howling wind, with chilling terror riddled through its song
Cutting clear, to revel in the scorning of all that is weak
Revealing what is serene
The siren's call for all to decease
A necessary release
An evolution so present throughout the cycle of life and death
Only regarded as aeons
Nearly forgotten and long since passed
The consciousness of seasons
Changing, unknown
Maiden, Mother, Crone
Maiden Mother Crone - Aeons Lyrics
Maiden Mother Crone - Aeons Lyrics
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A dying tree has standing brothers to break its fall
Holding still, to revel in the mourning before the release
But for now, just breathe
The drying leaves, just before they glide to the earth
Are reminiscent of all that was green
And pass away in peace
The consciousness of seasons
Changing, unknown
Maiden, Mother, Crone
A howling wind, with chilling terror riddled through its song
Cutting clear, to revel in the scorning of all that is weak
Revealing what is serene
The siren's call for all to decease
A necessary release
An evolution so present throughout the cycle of life and death
Only regarded as aeons
Nearly forgotten and long since passed
The consciousness of seasons
Changing, unknown
Maiden, Mother, Crone
Holding still, to revel in the mourning before the release
But for now, just breathe
The drying leaves, just before they glide to the earth
Are reminiscent of all that was green
And pass away in peace
The consciousness of seasons
Changing, unknown
Maiden, Mother, Crone
A howling wind, with chilling terror riddled through its song
Cutting clear, to revel in the scorning of all that is weak
Revealing what is serene
The siren's call for all to decease
A necessary release
An evolution so present throughout the cycle of life and death
Only regarded as aeons
Nearly forgotten and long since passed
The consciousness of seasons
Changing, unknown
Maiden, Mother, Crone
Writer: Maiden Crone
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