Deep in the roots that split the earth, In the husks of the knowers of oaks The slagmirror tolls Naught more than glass, stronger than steel. Reaching through the murk, at the portal's call
Show me the greater servitude Show me What it means to kneel
There is another. Seen once long ago. Reflected back to me, the self of another world. Knight of Erebus, frantic and feral Woeful and withering, my perpetual servitor
Cornered by the jackal ‘Tween my own devil and their sea They whisper to me Through gnashing teeth “Run by my side”
Show me the greater servitude Show me What it means to kneel To supplicate before her Blind from the light she exudes
An egg, from beyond the pall Bequeathed by the godhead In that which was given i've made my home Shielded from growth Vigor sapped by her breath
A poison so swift New muscle and sinew splitting flesh and breaking bone Impossible twisting of my vertebrae Pulsing contortions of my body
Setting and reshaping into my serpentine form The time will come to emerge Weighed down by the crushing burden of knowledge no more
Three times will be the warning. Three times will be the waking. Three times will be the suffering. So intonated A'lazalalelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
