I saw a carriage of celestial light
Bless your brow with a chalice
Of silver liquid sunrise
A mysterious semblance of glowing forms
Gathered nearby
Dimming only in the death-darkly shining eyes
Of my summer bride
Your patterns paint wraths
In umbrellas of flame
Great golden crescents
Make the shape of your name
We drove til we reached a clearing
At the edge of the universe
Seeming like we had been swallowed
In a dreamy ceremonial trance
We watched the tide of the language of the sky
Give its cyclical verse
And the trees absorbed our spirits
In a strange and endless rebirth
Renew us forever
Wychwood Shrine
As I take her hand and he will take mine
She will take mine
Wychwood Shrine
Wychwood Shrine
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Hexvessel - Wychwood Shrine Lyrics
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I saw a carriage of celestial light
Bless your brow with a chalice
Of silver liquid sunrise
A mysterious semblance of glowing forms
Gathered nearby
Dimming only in the death-darkly shining eyes
Of my summer bride
Your patterns paint wraths
In umbrellas of flame
Great golden crescents
Make the shape of your name
We drove til we reached a clearing
At the edge of the universe
Seeming like we had been swallowed
In a dreamy ceremonial trance
We watched the tide of the language of the sky
Give its cyclical verse
And the trees absorbed our spirits
In a strange and endless rebirth
Renew us forever
Wychwood Shrine
As I take her hand and he will take mine
She will take mine
Wychwood Shrine
Wychwood Shrine
Bless your brow with a chalice
Of silver liquid sunrise
A mysterious semblance of glowing forms
Gathered nearby
Dimming only in the death-darkly shining eyes
Of my summer bride
Your patterns paint wraths
In umbrellas of flame
Great golden crescents
Make the shape of your name
We drove til we reached a clearing
At the edge of the universe
Seeming like we had been swallowed
In a dreamy ceremonial trance
We watched the tide of the language of the sky
Give its cyclical verse
And the trees absorbed our spirits
In a strange and endless rebirth
Renew us forever
Wychwood Shrine
As I take her hand and he will take mine
She will take mine
Wychwood Shrine
Wychwood Shrine
Writer: Andrew Charles McIvor, Mathew Joseph McNerney
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.