Quixotic enchantress of coven-born tongue, Through you courses the ichor of our fel-laden son. Do you still crave our knowledge? Incantations of woe. Are you willing to barter for the powers bestowed? Do you hunger? Is that why you visit the mire? Does the aura of iniquity satiate your desire? Unhallowed! You're far from sacrament's reach Now bathe in the evils of the ones you've beseeched.
Feel the waves of decay, The centuries have cultivated what flows through your veins. An ancient virulence. We are the Fathers of Sin, This rotten oak visage masks only the horrors that lay within. To thee, irreverent: our roots soak in your fear, Grow skyward, entangled. Your misery, austere.
These blighted forests, where the damned lay stake. Contorted trees hold the ear of those who came to forsake themselves To ancient malignancy, a darkened divinity, The Whispers of the Evergloom. These blighted forests, where the damned lay stake. Contorted trees hold the ear of those who came to forsake themselves To ancient malignancy, a darkened divinity, The Whispers of the Evergloom.
Do you hear voices? Do the night terrors end? Here lies a bed of insanity, will your mind descend? The power deflorates; the shadows cling to your womb. A sordid cacophony of the wretched entombed. You harbor pestilence, O' Daughter of the Occult Craft our gift of chaos, the seed of damnation you exult But what else will you give? What will you trade for this deed? We shall sequester the flesh in return for the seed.
Trading flesh for power unstoppable, Unrivaled arcane supremacy. Honor the Gods with this shadow-born, I pledge flesh to the unholy covenant. Casting aside the maternal husk, The fel-spawn sprouting, incubation finalized. I pledge flesh to the unholy covenant.
Her lifeless corpse, sprouting another tree. A wraith floats forth, her arcane imagery. She reigns unparalleled, mastery of the fae, unhindered by the mortal coil. A growing forest, the ancient fel grow their ranks. Roots descend into the soil. This covenant between the forest and occult continues on.
These blighted forests, where the damned lay stake. Contorted trees hold the ear of those who came to forsake themselves To ancient malignancy, a darkened divinity, The Whispers of the Evergloom. These blighted forests, where the damned lay stake. Contorted trees hold the ear of those who came to forsake themselves To ancient malignancy, a darkened divinity, The Whispers of the Evergloom.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
