Behold, winter twilight I feel the chill of autumn´s end The night to come is long It is waiting for me to make the call
Dig up the remains with delicate reverence Remove the dirt that kept them still Pry open the lid of this inner sanctum that served as a house for the rotting
Enter night of desecration where the constellations are aligned I have read the signs in fire Found the voice within to rise this chant
An altar for the bones, crimson flows into silver chalices Sigils of candle wax will take our voice beyond the grave
Rise now to share your wisdom Manifest yourself from the deep unrest We shall seek the answers right into the eyes of death itself
Into the eyes of death itself
The storm brews up, tree branches rattle Step up and show yourself Show us your unearthly secrets Tell us of our fate to come
Behold, the stars are right Open wide your eyes as a chosen witness Through the black canopies the wind conjures a voice
It spoke of abysses that can´t be reached by knowledge Taking perception through realms of cosmic dread In which the mortal mind cannot withstand enlightenment Truth wrote a threnody for sanityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
