Goat Of Mendes - Duende Lyrics

I am the Dying God
Born from Flesh as Son of Man
Thorncrowned and antlered Lord
A glorious sundown seals my end
My heart is pounding fast
I feel the earth move, Death comes closer
But still the passion lasts
Like red bloom leaves on withered roses

Dance with the leaves and sing with a passion
And join in the cosmic crescendo
Touch the beckoning hand of the Reaper and dance
Feel the earth pulse and heave in Duende

A red dusk's fiery boon
Last grace for me, my kind, my species
Gives way for Lady Moon
Our beacon out of godless Heavens
So Merry Meet, my friend
Join our circle, feel the Craft
And mourn with us the end
Of a world torn by fatherly love

Dance with the leaves and sing with a passion
And join in the cosmic crescendo
Touch the beckoning hand of the Reaper and dance
Feel the earth pulse and heave in Duende

Our altars are raised around blazing fires
Our robes are pale moonlight and star-speckled sky
Just witness the enticing dance of the leaves
There is beauty in death and there's sorrow in life

Watch the skies
Hear the thunder
By fire and tidal waves
Man will be torn asunder
His broken, twisted bones
Washed clean by acid rain
Hope well that Mother Earth
May bear a child again

The shades of the ones who had passed
Join in our circle in a Dance of the Damned
Sweet, yet bitter chill fills my heart
I hear the call of the tomb, but its doorway's still jammed

So friend, you call me "strange"
Dancing wild in the pale moonlight
But even in Death's stench
A sweet scent hides, promising new life
To find out who I am
Leave behind your moral chains
In Death we are the same
As our God dies in fading sunlight

You have poured the wine in the grail, my father
I'm the fruit, your successor and heir
When your time comes to follow the Dying God
Like the new risen sun, I'll be there

As Cernunnos and Herne, the mighty Horned Hunter
As Horus and Banebdjet I was known to thee
Called Pan or Balder or crucified Christ
I am the Male God and the Male God is me

Mother Earth
Hear my calling
As clouds obscure the sun
And still the leaves are falling
Guard well my precious seed
In thy womb
And joyful I will greet
The shelter of my tomb

Dance with the leaves and sing with a passion
And join in the cosmic crescendo
Touch the beckoning hand of the Reaper and dance
Feel the earth pulse and heave in Duende