Rebirth
Music: M. Mahoney
Slip Away
Lyrics: M. Mahoney
Music: C. Mahoney, M. Mahoney
We slip away into the ebon night
If we don’t hand our knowledge down to future erudites.
We slip away into the ebon night
If we don’t teach the young to tell wrong from right.
Among the diamonds in the rough
We seek a few whose sparkle takes the eye
Then polish and refine with care,
Removing every flaw from sight.
We’ve brought you to a sacred site.
A ring of stone will guard your aura from the night.
And in this ancient tome you’ll read
Of druids’ second sight.
This order will hold you near,
Groom you and extract your fears.
Remember to be one with the Earth.
We slip away into the ebon night
If we don’t hand our knowledge down to future erudites.
We slip away into the ebon night
If we don’t teach the young to tell wrong from right.
Our fathers sailed from the west.
Our lineage is rich with intelligence.
But after lessons from the elders
The universe will make more sense.
Apply your learnings day to day.
A natural course of action is the only way
To build your reputation as a young
Apprentice of the bearded sage.
This order will hold you near,
Groom you and extract your fears.
Remember to be one with the Earth.
We slip away into the ebon night
If we don’t hand our knowledge down to future erudites.
We slip away into the ebon night
If we don’t teach the young to tell wrong from right.
Seasons Change
Lyrics: M. Mahoney
Music: C. Mahoney, M. Mahoney
This solstice brings us one step closer to the end.
Don this robe and chant your incantations.
In shadows cast by skeleton-like trees,
Heed my words and follow as I lead.
Seasons change and so you grow.
The more you seek, the less you know.
Enjoy the breeze as it whips your hair
For tomorrow morning the weight you’ll bear.
The spring is nigh with equinox in tow.
The buds of wisdom in your mind shall grow.
Let the forest shroud you, branch and leaf.
Heed my words and follow as I lead.
Seasons change and so you grow.
The more you seek, the less you know.
Enjoy the breeze as it whips your hair
For tomorrow morning the weight you’ll bear.
The summer sun will push you to the wall
So quench your thirst before your body falls.
Recognize the falling seeds.
Heed my words and follow as I lead.
Seasons change and so you grow
The more you seek, the less you know.
Enjoy the breeze as it whips your hair
For tomorrow morning the weight you’ll bear.
The scent’s familiar in the autumn air.
Complete the cycle that the Mother shares.
The woods will blaze with colors three.
Heed my words and follow as I lead.
Seasons change and so you grow.
The more you seek, the less you know.
Enjoy the breeze as it whips your hair
For tomorrow morning the weight you’ll bear.
Satisfy My Wanderlust
Lyrics: M. Mahoney
Music: C. Mahoney, M. Mahoney
My mind is clear in preparation
To experience the coming of the day.
Awaken me and shine your light in.
Fill the void, enlighten me.
And with your ancient hand you guide me
Until I’m finally at the cusp.
The quest to pass my final trial
Shall satisfy my wanderlust.
Throughout the day your sacred whispers
Fill my ears with simple melodies.
Enhance the way that I percieve things
But leave interpretation up to me.
And with your ancient hand you guide me
Until I’m finally at the cusp.
The quest to pass my final trial
Shall satisfy my wanderlust.
Tranquility can be sought after.
In meditation lies a hidden key.
Relieve the weight of being from me
And send a calmness over me.
And with your ancient hand you guide me
Until I’m finally at the cusp.
The quest to pass my final trial
Shall satisfy my wanderlust.
My mind is clear in preparation
To experience the coming of the night.
Extract my fear, replace with constant knowing
Of the makeup of the world around me.
And with your ancient hand you guide me
Until I’m finally at the cusp.
The quest to pass my final trial
Shall satisfy my wanderlust.
Magic Hand
Lyrics: M. Mahoney
Music: C. Mahoney, M. Mahoney
Speak the words in rhyme.
Wave your wand in time.
Seek now the wisdom that you came to find.
Change the course of time.
The wind is at my back,
The fire burning in the western land.
Figures playing on the sky of black,
Oh father guide me with your magic hand.
Focus of the mind
Leave your fears behind.
Show now the wisdom that you came to find.
Make the Ogam sign.
The wind is at my back,
The fire burning in the western land.
Figures playing on the sky of black,
Oh father guide me with your magic hand.
The wind is at my back,
The fire burning in the western land.
Figures playing on the sky of black,
Oh father guide me with your magic hand.
Now you understand.
Play your sleight of hand.
Show now the wisdom that you came to find.
Feel your powers, grand.
The wind is at my back,
The fire burning in the western land.
Figures playing on the sky of black,
Oh father guide me with your magic hand.
Stand on My Own
Lyrics: M. Mahoney
Music: C. Mahoney, M. Mahoney
I’ve trained you for this day.
The sights I’ve shown you have prepared you for success
And now I leave you to be free.
Tonight I wait for break of day
And at that moment I’ll be ready for the world,
A chance for all my peers to see.
Go forth my son, your time has come.
And now it’s time to reap the fruit from seeds I’ve sown.
Remember class and lessons sung.
And now it’s time for me to stand on my own.
It’s time to stand on my own.
Relax your cluttered mind.
The path to greatness is following a line that’s fine
Between the demon and the saint.
Let apprehension lie
And let my instincts guide the way,
A fate that fears no longer taint.
Go forth my son, your time has come.
And now it’s time to reap the fruit from seeds I’ve sown.
Remember class and lessons sung.
And now it’s time for me to stand on my own.
It’s time to stand on my own.
A noble strategy,
But strength is needed for your future excursion.
Lay down your head and start to dream.
My preparation’s done.
I need to be together, all as one.
And now it’s time to get some sleep.
Go forth my son, your time has come.
And now it’s time to reap the fruit from seeds I’ve sown.
Remember class and lessons sung.
And now it’s time for me to stand on my own.
It’s time to stand on my own.
Out of the Woods
Lyrics: M. Mahoney
Music: C. Mahoney, M. Mahoney
I’ve set my foot upon the road
And let the smell of adventure fill my nose,
So as the world turns
I feel the grass between my toes.
I’ve been waiting for this day
To show the people who I am.
I am enlightened into the great unknown,
Naturally selected for the show.
I am enlightened beyond the ebb and flow,
Naturally selected for the show.
In fact it won’t be easy
To filter through the candidates.
I’ll scrutinize them early
And make selections at the end debate.
And in my hand,
The tome of knowledge for uncommon man.
Expose the chosen to the word.
Expect the competent to understand.
I’ve been waiting for this day
To show the people who I am.
And when she sings to me
Through gnarled tree and grassy lea,
I promise to pay her heed,
Obedient to powers that be.
I’ve been waiting for this day
To show the people who I am.
I am enlightened into the great unknown,
Naturally selected for the show.
I am enlightened beyond the ebb and flow,
Naturally selected for the show.
In fact it won’t be easy
To filter through the candidates.
I’ll scrutinize them early
And make selections at the end debate.
Now that you’ve come to me
With innocence and tears to weep,
Open the doors to your mind.
Take a load off and have a seat.
I’ve been waiting for this day
To show the people who I am.
Into the vernal night we fly
With songs of pagan worship in our heads.
The rituals exist for us to abide by
And we’ll remember hearts that bled.
We’ll make the most of what we have to offer
And make the seasons spin.
Employ the knowledge passed from older generations,
Evict the doubt within.
When I listen to your words
It brings me peace and harmony.
When I see the things you do
It clears the sky and stops the rain.
An herbal blend is glowing red.
Let focused thoughts quell the tempest outside.
Invoke a spector of the dead
And let his presence swallow up your pride.
We’re out of the woods now,
A beacon shining through the canopy.
My son the time has come to show you how
To make the most of what you want to be.
We’re out of the woods now,
Our vitals sheltered by a panoply.
My son the time has come to show you how
To make the most of what you want to be.
We’re out of the woods now,
A weathered outcast granted amnesty.
My son the time has come to show you how
To make the most of what you want to be.
We’re out of the woods now,
A welcome window through opacity.
My son the time has come to show you how
To make the most of what you want to be.
We slip away into the ebon night
If we don’t hand our knowledge down to future erudites.
We slip away into the ebon night
If we don’t teach the young to tell wrong from right.