Sanctuary
VOKXEN Lyrics

Sight set on the silent place;
I focus my gaze on the peaceful and quiet location;

The stone that shifts the fearing face,
A significant stone that changes the expression of fear;

The cunning vixen watches on,
The sly fox observes intently;

In hope the men have been and gone,
Hoping that the men have already passed by;

With haste, I tremble, winds that scrape,
I tremble with quickness, feeling the scraping winds;

The taste of racing to escape,
Experiencing the sensation of rushing to evade danger;

Body be with me, breath and beat,
I rely on my physical self, my breath, and my heartbeat;

Steal away, flee and seek
Slip away unnoticed, run away and search for safety

Sanctuary at the Witches Stone,
A place of refuge at the Witches Stone;

By the harebells stained,
Beside the flowers stained with color like harebells;

Like thy veins
Similar to the veins within me;

Awoo-Awoo
An expression of an eerie howl or cry

Scent of the quickthorn, salt and sea,
The aroma of the prickly thorn bush, mixed with the scent of salt and sea;

Edge of the earth, they're coming for me,
At the boundary of the land, they are approaching me;

Act out the mischief, Fae-Puck knows the lies,
Engaging in mischief, Fae-Puck is aware of the deceit;

Stones and the sticks, bones and the cries,
Using stones, sticks, bones, and crying sounds;

Flooding their pathway, stirring the skies,
Causing a flood on their path and creating commotion in the skies;

Pluck goblin's thimble, watch rivers rise,
Taking a goblin's small object and witnessing the rivers swelling;

Each gasp resounding, crow's sounding, unrest,
Each breath echoing loudly, the crow cawing, a sense of unease;

Cold, sweat, clutching my chest
Feeling cold, perspiring, and gripping my chest in fear;

Still sanctuary at the Witches Stone,
Continuing to find refuge at the Witches Stone;

Flowing water,
Water flowing as a feature of the sanctuary;

Like thy veins
Resembling the veins within me;

Awoo-Awoo
An expression of an eerie howl or cry

Relief, at last, what lies before,
Finally, a feeling of relief, but uncertain of what lies ahead;

My saving grace, my evermore,
My source of salvation, my eternal presence;

Look back, too late, their hands berate,
Looking back, realizing it is too late, facing their condemning hands;

I grip the stone; a violent fate,
I hold onto the stone tightly, anticipating a destructive destiny;

Clutch, rip, tear and shred,
Grasping, tearing, ripping, and shredding apart;

Gouge, spit, blood-shed,
Scratching fiercely, spitting, and causing bloodshed;

The end, in stone, scarred with lore,
The conclusion, marked in stone, carrying the tales of the past;

Trace each line of my nevermore
Examining each mark of my everlasting absence

No sanctuary at the Witches Stone
There is no refuge at the Witches Stone;

Her markings made a map
Her symbols created a guide;

Like thy veins
Similar to the veins within me;

No sanctuary at the Witches stone
There is no refuge at the Witches Stone;

Her markings made a map
Her symbols created a guide;

Awoo-Awoo
An expression of an eerie howl or cry

Awoo-Awoo
An expression of an eerie howl or cry