Lost are the idols To their decay As runs the blood of hallowed lambs That feeds the altar To which they pray
Graves of the fallen Defiant, stand A boundless dark that crafts the blade To rise and claim salvation for the damned Reviled
Reprisal's jagged threads converge Upon a frost-born child
Fate pale as Edelweiss Heretic Your frozen saint Resides in dreams of ice
Cursed By the verse of their father's hymn Cold words of law divine 'Neath spires of mourning Another sinner Breaks away from unseen hands malign
Sire of the mourning Your sallow young Exalt the cold eidolic words That fall upon Your blackened tongue
Curse the opposer To face your sword The snowbound wraith that pounds her fists Against the ashen spires that Heaven's ward
Drawn in the tide of the shadows cast Faint call of voiceless song Obscures abandoned past
Cursed By the verse of their father's hymn Cold words of law divine 'Neath spires of mourning Another sinner Breaks away from unseen hands malign
By a hollow throne deceived A slave who reveres the open wounds from which they bleed
The accused are in sin adorned As virtue they benight Breaking free from the righteous chains our Gods have feigned as holy right
Myopic light That covers all Reveals their withered land depraved And by her hand will fallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
