My Lord We beseech thee with an offering Virgin flesh from the source Yours for the reaping That we might conjure insight most foul A pure mind ripe with hope
Her soft skin, like porcelain raised with a chill No more tears wasted out of fear What’s yet to come has sapped all will No more struggles, no more struggles
Acceptance that her life will be better served on the altar As a conduit to traverse to the end Let this one be your vector Wading in the depths
Ready to eclipse the sun Plunge this world into eternal cold Reconstruct the dark world of old This mortal world made of ice First step laid upon this sacrifice
Venture our quest vanquished be yours To claim and conquer all Blood in blood out To the six or above One flesh unto you The blood freezes Your portal left in mangled pieces
Her soft skin, like porcelain raised with a chill No more tears wasted out of fear What’s yet to come has sapped all will No more struggles, no more struggles
Acceptance that her life will be better served on the altar As a conduit to traverse to the end Let this one be your vector Wading in the depths
Ready to eclipse the sun Plunge this world into eternal cold Reconstruct the dark world of old This mortal world made of ice First step laid upon this sacrifice
Eyes roll back and turn black Only a dead stare gazes back With a touch of death And frosted breath The Summoning begins
Give us this day Our six pounds of flesh In a dead womb grows The cephalopod god Conceived in violence Consuming its way out Mine eyes unto you Great Lord of the Labyrinth
Lift us with your cold embrace We release you from the mire As our blades pierce her flesh We six with our unhallowed familiar Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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