Whispers of the Old Gods

Whispers in the shadowed woods, lovers destined by the old gods

Beneath the moon, our spirits rise, tangled in the witchcraft’s guise

In the flicker of the flames, I hear the calls of ancient myth

Secrets buried in the dark, a spell we cast with every breath

Your eyes hold stories long untold, like sacred trees that sway and fold

Bound by fate in night’s embrace, our souls ignite, a mystic grace

Through veils of smoke and midnight sky, I feel the gods’ watchful eye

Echoes of a time gone by, where destiny refused to lie

Chant the spells, and let it be, our love a sacred mystery

In the whisper of the trees, we find our truth, our destiny

Stars align and magic flows, in sacred circles, no one knows

Hearts beat with primal force, in love’s enchanted, endless course

Fated lovers, under moon’s glow, in the realm where wild winds blow

Witchcraft binds what’s meant to be, old gods' secret harmony

Mystery deep as ancient roots, in your eyes, I find my truths

Together we are born anew, in the shadowed woods we true

Raise the spirits, call the night, whisper spells in sacred rite

Our love, the ancient lore, a fire that no darkness can ignore

The gods watch from above, blessing our cursed love

In the mystic’s dance we sway, eternal night and day

Fate weaves its threads in vanished light, lovers held by mystical might

Until the break of dawn, we remain, the old gods’ name in our refrain