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Childeren of the Flame - 7. Thornfather

🎵 Full Album Out Now Listen / Watch:    • Childeren of the Flame - 1. Sundering...   ☕ Support the Flame: https://ko-fi.com/childerenoftheflame 🔥 “Only the ash remembers.” =============== Lyrics ================= He grows in rot, and weeps in bloom. Thorns for crown, and flesh for womb. He walks on roots of shattered kin, Veins of bark and crawling sin. Eyes like fungus, hands like prayer, A god of growth, disease, and care. The forest sings, the marrow feeds, From every wound, a thousand seeds. Hail the Thornfather, cruel and wise, With teeth like roots and hollow eyes. He births in mud, he dies in spring, The god of rot, the blooming king. His children crawl with moss-stained breath, They whisper joy in sacred death. To bleed beneath his altar-tree, Is how the faithful come to see. "He grew from the corpse of the world’s first lie… And fed on the bones the stars left behind." Praise the Thornfather, root and thorn, The god that grows when gods are torn. The forest lives where men decay— His garden blooms where light won’t stay. The bark peels back to show a face, Once human... now the forest's grace. The crown of briars wraps his skull, The sermon sung in soil and gull. Rise, Thornfather, wreathed in red, We drink the wine the branches bled. No flame can burn what rot has made— You are the root. You are the blade. "He is the garden. He is the grave."