Where the Old Goddesses Walk

THE FOREST REMEMBERS THE NAMES THEY TRIED TO BURY. “Where the Old Goddesses Walk” calls Hekate, Morrigan, Freyja, and Hel through guttural growls, thunderous drums, and crushing ritual chants. A Pagan death metal offering to the earth that feeds us—and will one day take us back. Turn it up. Let the old names thunder. Which goddess will you call? #PaganMetal #DeathMetal #PaganMusic [Intro] Lay the iron in the earth. Let the borrowed titles burn. Under root and under stone— We have come. We have returned. By thorn… By flame… We call each sacred name… [Verse 1] Boots sink deep in the burial clay, Torches bow where the branches sway. Winter teeth in the hollow oak, Breath comes black through a veil of smoke. No carved throne and no golden hall— Roots split stone till the towers fall. We bring salt. We bring grain. We bring names they could not tame. [Pre-Chorus] Strike the ground! Wake the bone! Let the forest Claim its own! [Chorus] HEKATE! AT THE CROSSROADS! MORRIGAN! OVER THE FIELD! FREYJA! FIRE IN THE FROST! HEL! WHERE ALL MUST YIELD! Raise the torch! Let the dead leaves talk! We stand where The old goddesses walk! [Verse 2] Antlers cast on the forest floor, New buds break where the old bark tore. Maggots turn what the wolves leave cold; Life takes root in the mouths of old. Feed the soil with the fallen crown. Let the rain beat the banners down. What we take, we shall return— Flesh to earth and wood to burn. [Pre-Chorus] Split the husk! Break the seed! Death is working Underneath! [Chorus] HEKATE! AT THE CROSSROADS! MORRIGAN! OVER THE FIELD! FREYJA! FIRE IN THE FROST! HEL! WHERE ALL MUST YIELD! Raise the torch! Let the dead leaves talk! We stand where The old goddesses walk! [Bridge] When my hands can hold no flame, When the moss forgets my name, Lay me where the black roots wind. Leave the iron world behind. Let the beetles take their share. Let the foxes scent the air. Plant an oak above my chest— I will feed what shelters you next. Nothing wasted. Nothing spared. Every crown Ends buried here. [Breakdown] WHO KEEPS THE GATE? HEKATE! WHO CALLS THE CROWS? MORRIGAN! WHO CLAIMS THE SLAIN? FREYJA! WHO HOLDS THE DEAD? HEL! BONE— TO THE ROOT! ASH— TO THE RAIN! BLOOD— TO THE EARTH! RISE— IN THE GRAIN! Take your share. [Final Chorus] HEKATE! AT THE CROSSROADS! MORRIGAN! OVER THE FIELD! FREYJA! FIRE IN THE FROST! HEL! WHERE ALL MUST YIELD! Raise the torch! Let the dead leaves talk! We stand where The old goddesses walk! No crown survives! No root forgets! We keep the names! We pay our debts! HEKATE! MORRIGAN! FREYJA! HEL! WE RETURN! [Outro] Cover the coals. Leave no trace. Something moves Beyond the flame.