Dark Mother's Tears - Pagan Song: Music for Your Magic

I wrote Dark Mother’s Tears in 2025 from fragments of a dream waking in a desolate, burnt world. I could not shake that scene, that feeling. A possible future/a recorded past.

This Long, Dark Night

I fear for humanity’s future. The United States is ruled by a mad, dying king – our own Theoden plagued by a clutch of Grima Wormtongues. Will they lead us into totalitarianism? anarchy? nuclear war? Do we have a chance to right the wrongs and restore balance and peace? I fear for the worst and pray to the Goddess for the best, that we emerge from this long dark night.

We have watched the darkness descend. ICE and the Border Patrol have been reshaped into thuggish, masked police forces brutalizing, kidnapping, and even killing. They continue unpunished and unremorseful.

We wonder how we got here and how it will end, our constitution ignored and shredded, daily.

People are protesting, peacefully for now, thousands upon thousands. I fear there will be a flash point and the protests will cease to be peaceful. That is what the leader and his sycophants crave as an excuse to declare martial law and bring in the armed forces. Troops and tanks on our city streets. And it will escalate and spread like a wildfire.

Fear For The Future

I am an old man. I never thought to see such a thing, but here it is.

I am afraid of the future and what it will bring. I fear for the children … and their mothers. I fear for the entire world and all living things. For I fear the mad king is more than willing to start World War III, to burn it all to ashes because he is denied whatever it is he wants, in the end. And we all perish with him.

I have never more hoped to be wrong.

I have never more hoped to wake from a nightmare.

So here is Dark Mother’s Tears.

Photo by Daniel Vazquez (@americanghoul)

Dark Mother’s Tears

I haven’t slept in days now
There’re precious few I trust.
I stay hidden from the daylight
And the nighttime’s feral lust

The Gleaning is upon us
The unwashed masses die
Rabid preachers loved their government
And their chosen Anti-Christ

We’ve lost the shiny gains we’ve made
Through all these many years.
The falling of the Tower
The falling of our tears.

Bodies buried in unmarked graves
Very few still care.
‘Cause we can’t drink the oceans
And we can’t breathe the air

We, Humans killed Her World
She never interfered.
She watched tower falling
She mourned with bitter tears

We’ve lost the shiny gains we’ve made
Through all these many years.
The falling of the Tower
The falling of our tears

And when at last it’s over
Baked by the burning Sun
Dark Mother wipes away Her tears
For what has been undone.

She whispers to Her Sisters
Appearing, slowly, one by one.
Casting Magic and Seeds into the Air.
“What is finished is undone”

Casting Magic and Seeds into the Air
“What is finished is begun.”

Lyrics and music by Louis Garou, Dark Mother’s Tears single released August 4, 2025, available on Bandcamp

For more information about Louis, including his collected articles here on Pagan Song, his bio, and links to Louis’ sites on the web, check out Louis’s author page here on Pagan Song.

featured photo of forest fire by Matt Howard

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