Ossious and ravished thy bones
Violated and scorned thy mind
Once a picture of health,
Now a portrait of disgust

And through this wilderness
I am forced to wonder and serenade
The ghosts which encroach thy path...

Towards death

Blood and toil before the bond
Static truth, to an awaiting zenith
To debase and lessen ourselves
Is to keep the glorious symbols hidden

I look to the heavens as well as below
It's the space between that I must follow

Misery surrounds us fast
A lycanthropic call within us
A dormancy alas yearns to quake
To extinguish the call of the white light

Ignite iron wills!

Swords forged in abysmal cauldrons
In lairs where the old words are kept

Worms rejoice for they'll soon have their harvest
The fruit which lingers, the flesh of man

Victory is ours at last
Bones of the fallen line our pathways
Gates have flung open revealing our past...
While it is grieved, our songs lie unsung...

Our oaths, our bonds
Ominous and sealed
Our swords, our hearts
Dormant and clean

The thinnest, blackest thread
Used to sew the Book of Tongues

The nexions of our apparitions

Upon the dead horizon,
Where all hope seems to fade
Dust is blown from thy coffin lid
Unto the frozen winds

As thy throat drips crimson seances
To beckon forth thy grand demise
I shed before thee this mortal coil

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