ꌗꉓꍏꋪ꒒ꍟ꓄ ꓄ꃅꂦꋪꈤ
Epic dark folk metal, pagan metal. sweet medieval melodies. Blend haunting 17th-century New England folk melodies, mournful fiddles, Tagelharpa,hurdy-gurdy, frame drums and distant church bells with crushing electric guitars, heavy bass and ritualistic thunderous drums. Ethereal female vocals and female raw vocals, female choirs and occasional demonic growls. Epic medieval pagan folk metal with mystical atmosphere. Blend ancient folk melodies, and thunderous tribal drums. Dark, ritualistic, and uplifting energy — forest spirits, medieval battles, and pagan rites. Cinematic, atmospheric, anthemic chorus. High energy, rich orchestration, immersive soundscape. raw female vocals
ꌗꉓꍏꋪ꒒ꍟ꓄ ꓄ꃅꂦꋪꈤ
Epic dark folk metal, pagan metal. sweet medieval melodies. Blend haunting 17th-century New England folk melodies, mournful fiddles, Tagelharpa,hurdy-gurdy, frame drums and distant church bells with crushing electric guitars, heavy bass and ritualistic thunderous drums. Ethereal female vocals and female raw vocals, female choirs and occasional demonic growls. Epic medieval pagan folk metal with mystical atmosphere. Blend ancient folk melodies, and thunderous tribal drums. Dark, ritualistic, and uplifting energy — forest spirits, medieval battles, and pagan rites. Cinematic, atmospheric, anthemic chorus. High energy, rich orchestration, immersive soundscape. raw female vocals
Lyrics
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In sixteen ninety-two, beneath the freezing fear,
Sweet Eleanor bloomed, flame-red hair so dear.
Younger than her sister, eyes of summer green,
A virgin pure as snow, untouched and serene.
She watched her sister fall into the forest’s night,
Heard dark whispers calling, pulling at her light.
Something stirred within her gentle, trembling breast,
A secret hunger rising, denying holy rest.
Taste now this apple… take a bite of me.
Taste the sin, taste the bloom.
Bend, pray and see!
Forever pure… forever doomed.
Barefoot she fled to where the ancient shadows play,
Offered her pure body on the mossy altar way.
No merchant’s chain, no forced and pious bed,
She chose the thorn, the wild, the living red.
Now two red sisters walk the forest hand in hand,
One claimed by man, one by the wildwood’s command.
They wear the night like silk, their hunger never ends,
Two scarlet flames that God himself condemns.
No mercy… no return…
The apple burns… the sisters burn…
Taste now this apple… take a bite of me.
Taste the sin, taste the bloom.
Bend, pray and see!
Forever pure… forever doomed.