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The Effigy

“The Effigy”
words and music by Lady Isadora
©1981, 2006, 2010

I am a Lady of the Light
A child of a house of old
Gifted with the touch of gold
And it’s often I’ve sung down the Sun
To gild the stubborn gloom
Of many an early tomb
That the dead may rise from graves of yore
To find themselves alive once more
That the dead may rise to find themselves
Alive once more

I am a daughter of the North
And Winter is my own
I have faced His storms alone
In His cold realm I came upon
A tomb of long ago
Half-buried in the snow
Possessed by this forgotten one
My voice I lifted to the Sun
Possessed by this, my voice I lifted
To the Sun

The ice that masked the effigy
Then melted all away
And the stark stone did betray
The death-face of a young woman
Who much resembled me
I knew that I was she
Then came a voice which sighed and said:
“O pray, do not forget the dead!”
The came a voice: “O pray, do not
Forget the dead!”

But now I walk bewildered in a realm
Of tombs which hide the skies
Death stares through living eyes
But if Death is all they look upon
Then Death is all they will see
And so they’re blind to me
When I say: “Death and darkness turn to gold!”
They say to me: “Your mind’s too old”
They say to me: “Your mind it is
Just too old”

“The Effigy”
from The Witching Hour
by Lady Isadora with Lord Pan
©1981, 2006, 2010
Dance of Life Productions (ASCAP)

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