Songs of Tottespiel

[Ogregrim]

"Mother Death"


"Welcome, Child," She said to me,
As I lay upon the stone,
Wrapped in the chilly darkness
Midst the scent of mouldering bone.

"I've kept a place right down here for you,
I knew you'd someday come,
In need again of my embrace,
Your life has led you home."

"I cannot see," I said to her.
"Then you've seen all that you can."
"My mouth is full of ashes,"
"That is the dust of the Life of Man."

"I am cold and cannot move."
"You've nowhere you need to go,
And all warmth is just a lie,
Truth is cold, as now you know."

"What is that smell that feills the air,
And chokes my every breath?"
"That is the scent of all you've shed,
The Perfume of Mother Death."

"But what of those I left behind?"
"They'll soon forget you've gone."
"And what of those that I have loved?"
"Their love for you is done."

"But there was much I meant to do,
Many tasks left incomplete."
"Your work above means nothing now,
It has but led you to my feet."

"What is it that you want of me?
What use am I in this form?"
"To keep your mother company,
That she may hold you in her arms."

"Who are you that brought me here?
"And why is it you do so?"
"I am the self-same Mother Death,
And I never let my children go."

[Mord]

Tottespiel pwns, sehr gut ja.

[Ogregrim]

Idle chatter and parlour games,
Dropping veils and dropping names,
All is changing, yet stays the same,
Midst luxurious corruption.
A hoisted glass; a knowing stare,
Death the drink of daily fare,
When all that's foul parades as fair,
In a Masquerade of Destruction.

Words of love are traded nightly,
Promises made and broken lightly,
The blade is sharp and the step made lightly,
As the maske'd dancers glide.
Faith is for the gratefull blind,
Who offered truth have e'er declined,
And dumbfounded stare when e'er they find,
The secrets lovers hide.

A mask of joy they trade for a scowl,
For every deceit and disavowall,
And in their inner darkness howl,
To learn they are alone.
But those who'd dance must learn the step,
And study hard till grown adept,
Abandoning love and it's precept,
Till bleeding heart is cast to stone.

[Ogregrim]

And would you tread beside me,
Or linger e'er behind,
Would you take the lead and guide me,
Or prefer I stumbled blind?

Would you be a true companion,
In the Dark that holds my soul,
Or would you fain abandon,
Me to that empty hole?

By chance should e'er I trust you,
Would you laugh into your sleeve,
At the sommersaults those who lust do,
That in love they may believe?

If in folly I proceded,
Would you stay my step from fall,
Or would you think you had succeded,
In dispossessing me of all?

Would you guard me and my secrets,
Or betray me at any whim?
Is it trust that trust e'er begets,
Or an ending far more grim?

So I ask you not believing,
In the answer yet unproved,
Which of us are you decieving,
And which of us must be unloved?

[Burt]

w00t for bards!

[Ogregrim]

Lay your head on the place where my heart used to beat,
Let me gaze one last time in your eyes,
Whisper once more in your tones honey sweet,
And convice me of the truth in your lies.

Let your trembling lips part in another false kiss,
With hot breath your cold passions disquise,
Make me again forget everything else but this,
And abandon the words of the wise.

For the wisdom of knowing the truth brings no joy,
But your dance of deception brings peace,
Use every trick that your arts can employ,
To convince me your love will not cease.

If the candle should flicker, and shadows unveil,
Blow it out before it can dare to reveal,
The mask of love's death, so lovely and pale
And the falsehoods it was made to conceal.

Kiss these weeping eyelids till gladly they close,
Then swift plant your blade in this chest,
And never once falter in your innocent pose,
Till my unbeating heart is at rest.

[Ogregrim]

Time is but a fickle thief that life itself would steal.
You may look into the future; there is nothing to reveal,
For we are but the product of the ever spinning wheel.
Turn, and turn again,
Turn, and turn again,
What once was the beginning,
Was the begining of the end.

The first breath that we ever drew was yet another's last,
And every new tommorrow, stands on the corpse of all our past,
And life still leads to nothing, despite all that we've amassed,
Turn, and turn again,
Turn, and turn again,
What once was the beginning,
Was the beginning of the end.

We struggle to find meaning, where no meaning will be found,
We waltz with our destruction and philosphies expound,
But in the sea of nothingness, each light of life is drowned,
Turn, and turn again,
Turn, and turn again,
What once was the begining,
Was the beginning of the end.


There are those who seek the solace of the doom that all must share,
In tangled taught embraces they but cling to empty air,
For in their final moments, they will find no comfort there.
Turn, and turn again,
Turn, and turn again,
What once was the beginning,
Was the beginning of the end.

The endless void awaits us all, with patient outstretched hand,
Astride the wheel of our distractions, it stationary stands,
When we awaken to the futility of all that we have planned.
Turn, and turn again,
Turn, and turn again,
What once was the beginning,
Was the beginning of the end.

Born of pain and sorrow, it is for these that we live,
Our struggles to escape them like bailing water with a sieve;
Nothing comes from nothing and has nothing more to give.
Turn and turn again,
Turn and turn again,
What once was the beginning,
Was the beginning of the end.

And so at last, we come to find the solace of surrender,
And gaze upon the emptiness in all its absent spleandour.

[Ogregrim]

I am the mocking laughter
That you hear before you dream,
The pain that follows after,
And preceeds your every scream.
The tears of your futility
When all your plans must crumble,
The zombiefied insanity
When you mutter and you mumble.

I am the words you ought not say,
The venom in your tongue,
That drives the ones you love away
When once too often stung.
Prosaic purple poison prose,
That you drip in others ears,
Till all around you grow morose,
Enslaved by doubts and fears.

I am the loathing in the mirror's face,
That greets you when you stare,
At the twisted dark and empty space,
Of the one that is not there.
All the things you would despise,
That lurk within your breast,
And peer with glee behind your eyes,
As you slave at their behest.

And should you listen overlong,
I am the death of all you were,
Your every intention that went wrong
And the woe that it incurred.
I am the one that renders null
Each purpose you pursue.
The monster lurking in your skull,
I am what's truly you.

[Ogregrim]

Come take my hand and walk with me
And we'll stroll down to your tomb;
The dusty bed that waits for you
In it's mouldering perfume;
The flower of your last release
That waits for you to bloom.

All the sorrows that you gathered fade,
To swiftly be replaced,
By the peacefull understanding
Of the joy of empty grace;
As I bend with dark and swaying locks
To kiss your sleeping face.

No more the harried, haunted throes
Torment your troubled mind,
No more the darkling visions vault
That seeing made you blind:
Surrender these in rampant rapture
In my arms leave them behind.

The echoes of past miseries
That your path had e'er waylaid
In the well of all my welcoming
Will vanish and will fade
If you will only come and sleep
In this bed, for us, I've made.

[Ogregrim]

Ash and rubble 'neath my feet,
I stride the empty battle field.
Where foemen found a grim defeat,
Before a force that would not yield.

Crushed and broken in the end,
their bodies cooling, shattered lie,
I hear the wail as souls ascend,
and watch impatient as they die.

The crimson river rolls,
the ebbing of the final waves,
I hear the death bells toll,
and find the joy my vengeance craves.

The final laugh is mine,
And he who laughs last laughs the best,
And now to laugh I am inclined,
For now my heart can be at rest.

To stand in victory,
To gaze down on the fallen slain,
Is to know mystery,
To be the answer and remain.

[Ogregrim]

I saw three staves of fine stout wood, they rose into the air,
And Each did strive, the best it could to be the highest there..

There are ways and there are means, which guide us in our lives,
Some live by wits, some live for love, some live by hidden knives.

Some by their wits do strive to gain, to learn and knowing rule,
They walk the path of wisdom in the trappings of the Fool.
They twist the words that others use,
to serve themselves with ease,
And ever seek by guile and ruse
to fathom mysteries.

And others all for love do live,And loving call themselves free,
They drink the draught of honeyed gall, and dream of what may be.
Ever do the lovers love
, in rapture or in woe,
Nor of it's gifts do they have enough,
to ever let it go.

Then there are those who live by blades, By action are they served,
Who know full well, that when they fall, t'is no less than they deserved. They strike in shadow, or in light,
all challenges face nonplussed,
They deem that might has made them right,
till their bones sleep in the dust.

And who shall say which way is best,
And which way calls only fools,
For each choice has its own final test
, Where exception proves the rule.

So let the Wonderers wonder on,
And let the lovers swoon,
And let the dark blades work their will,
When life doth call the tune.

[Ogregrim]

She walks the streets in a long black veil,
Her tears beneath it hide,
And he who hears her mournfull wail,
Has ever after died.

They say she once was fair of face,
And loved with her heart afire,
Then in her lover's arms one took her place,
And stole away his desire.

All she had, she gave to him,
And all that she gave he did spend,
A lady she was, but a slave to him,
A loving and loyal friend.

But faithless love did drain her soul,
And poisoned a once loving mind,
Where love lived once, there grew a hole,
To vengeance it grew inclined.

She met them at their lover's tryst,
With smile and weeping eye,
With poisoned lips, she gave a farewell kiss,
Then watched them writhe and die.

But ere the deed was scarcely done,
The poison on her turned,
And ever with tears do her dark eyes run,
and her black lips are forever burned.

But even then her beauty held,
And remained much of her charms,
That many a swain may yet be compelled,
To seek blissfull death in her arms.

She walks the streets in a long black veil,
That others may not clearly see,
And if for her name, you should dare to prevail,
She will answer you soft, "Misery".

[Ogregrim]

How may I please you, and what must I do,
To show the affection that I have for you,
Gold is improper and Wine may go wrong,
So grant I may please you with this simple song.

To praise your dark beauty I ever do toil,
And yet from my lips you so often recoil,
I gaze with such longing, I cannot express,
My words ever falter when my eyes would confess.

How often I've watched you, and adored from afar,
The myriad of graces in all that you are,
And yet when I try my words stumble and fail,
To convey the delight in each breathe you exhale.

A puppet, a plaything, a bauble, a game,
Such would you make me by speaking my name,
But for all the rejections, I long for you still,
With passion and ferver, you alone could fulfill.

And so you e'er leave me, and e'er do I mourn,
A lover forsaken, forgotten, forlorn,
But each time you leave me, i long for you more,
For ever and always T'is you i adore.

[Mikayla]

Wow, awesome. Not only is he good, he is quite prolific.

[Ogregrim]

Dance me through the darkness to the warmth of fire's glow,
Dance me through the tumult of life's constant ebb and flow,
Dance me to the dreaming of the flowers of the shade,
Dance me, dance,me, dance me, through love's eager masquerade.

Dance me through my sorrows where the well of memory waits,
Dance me through the moments that my heart anticipiates,
Dance me through the endless steps that lead to my defeat,
Dance me, dance me, dance me, till at long last I am complete.

Dance me like a child who has tasted his first wine,
Dance me through the infernal and dance me through the divine,
Dance me to the heartbeat rhythm pounding in my ears,
Dance me, Dance me, Dance me, till my trembling disappears.

Dance me like the moth that flutters singed against the flames,
Dance me through the glories and then dance me through the shames, Dance me like the whispering waves that kiss the distant shore,
Dance me, Dance me, Dance me, In your dance forever more.

Dance me, dance me, dance me till I never dance again,
And dance me, dance me dance me, till my will must slowly bend,
Dance me ever patiently and dance me ever long,
Dance me, Dance me, Dance me, In this helpless lover's song.

Dance me

Dance me

Dance me ever more and without end.

Dance me till I am but dust and then reborn again

Dance me

Dance me

Dance