The Court is risen from the bowels of a wilted village flooded in quarrel
Beneath the trees breathes the blood pact to reclaim our soil
Indoctrinated warfare amongst the rats set forth by fraudulent monarchy
Shall cease to breathe a sunset
Atop steel structures rains phosphor as the false gods are hunted
The oath remains fragmented until proclaimed overseers feed the worms
May we harvest thine melted flesh and drink the wines that spill from their open throats
May we harvest thine melted flesh and drink the wines that spill from their open throats
Beware the Court of Owls, whomst watch beyond time
Ruling from a shadowed perch, behind granite and lime
They watch you at your hearth, they watch you in your bed
Speak not a whispered word about them or they shall send the Talon for your head
The Court is risen from the bowels of a wilted village flooded in quarrel
Beneath the trees breathes the blood pact to reclaim our soil
Indoctrinated warfare amongst the rats
Atop steel structures rains phosphor as the false gods are hunted
The oath remains fragmented until proclaimed overseers feed the worms
May we harvest thine melted flesh
Indescribable creatures tear away at the tendons and nerves
Leaving the pile of gristle and cruor to the vultures
Bleeding dry the corpses of the populace
Spilling wrists to fill the trenches
Split truths scatter like rats
Restlessly flying to rain death
Split the mothers from their children
Carve their bones into dust that withers in the wind
Hear the masses cry as their home is reduced to ash for the new world to be planted over
Bound in solitude
Nocturnal knights rule a world in ruin with feather and claw
Silent deaths and forgotten loss
Flight without fear
The end of everything is near
A fitting grave for the death of man
In moonless night they soar beyond sight waiting for humanity's demise
I dream of the day when their wings carry us away
A death in the family avenged
Nocturnal knights rule a world in ruin with feather and claw
Silent deaths and forgotten loss
Flight without fear
The end of everything is near
A fitting grave for the death of man
In moonless night they soar beyond sight waiting for humanity's demise
I dream of the day when their wings carry us away
A death in the family avenged