Wychwood Shrine - Hexvessel

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 lik we had been swallowed

In a dreamy cremonial 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…