"From the vaults and through the rites To descend into the light"
A procession drags forth with the strength of six Escorting a coffin down to its abyss By evenfall, the sound that silence yields An autumnal necrology faintly whispered by funereal draughts
Blessings, priests and prayers Nothing more than just pleasantries for living Beyond death we thrust, onwards...
...To the only lord, the pantheon face Whose lust and grace only dead may portray
Rise... from the vestibules of nothingness Rise... past where mortal eyes see only death For when the blood and body sleep... Dawns the hour of the true awakening When the astral urge defeats the oaken embrace of the coffin
"From the vaults and through the rites To descend into the light of which is unborn Yet which shall be born again"
Rise to descend... Through absence of time and space Where darkness prevails - world without end
Rise to descend from the dominance of kings The lies of your heart and the power of your limbs Rites of descent... Rise, rise...
As your blood dreams Oh, the luminance revealed by the blackest deep
"All I own, all my soul To the only lord; my path winds below"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
