A distant pledge and offering Lain upon Fingal's table Where the tips of their blades do gleam Cut deep for these caliginous rites Unsheath the skin of the wretched bairn For the trinity shall drink of thee Swallow and by will taste the blood of their loins ' I know ye as cult of the death crosse And ye know I For when the great eye is blind Ye do crosse the ground I am as the engulfing shadows New moon I have bled ye So bleed thee not Lest reavers see To descend and vanquish And heeding the call of the fiery crosse Pass into the night begone Cutching at the ward stone In avoidance of sojourning daemons Which swarm and collect A protection 'gainst Evil in releasement
For it is borne in the soul through death Like the heeding of He of the knives Accursed of the grave watchers Who waited for the turning of the corpses And stoked their ire towards Arisaig And the damnable bones of the knifeloin
A thousand years are passing As I sweep from age to age And drawn to howling chambers The pain wracked souls Which the black one abandoned In league was he And kept in vain the night repellant Only to be but a draw for the Finder of corpses Whose grim duty grew in its meeting Then bearing the dark savage Soulless, rent and broken he Pelted by rains perpetual Until that bedeviled carrion bridled For abatement of the storm That fallen officer Of sorrowing mothers Lamented not for his quarrels of the night Nor his pernicious abdication No weeping would there be Nor cairn stone lain
O but safe ye be from death For he waits beyond in patience On the wings of hurried tyme And when yet ye meet It will be known then as now That always he hath thy handTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
