The wind closed eyes
In lies the tribe's iron hand
Gripping color
Dripping salted water
Without the sun
We merge our paths
Thy picture birthed only in blight
The horns formed in matching peril
The river carries victims of my lasting betrayal
A ritual forced upon me
Hymns carried
Answered with silence, begetting an unparalleled emptiness
Was he ever here, or is the winter's howl еmerging from the opposite dirеction?
Where could the remnants of the shattered aether be scattered?
Is my blood tied to these wilted scriptures?
There screams no sound louder than nothingness
There screams no sound louder than nothingness
The wind closed eyes
In lies the tribe's iron hand
Gripping color
Dripping salted water
Without the Sun
We merge our paths
Thy picture birthed only in blight
The horns formed in matching peril
The river carries victims of my lasting betrayal
A ritual forced upon me
Hymns carried
Answered with silence, begetting an unparalleled emptiness
Was he ever here, or is the winter's howl emerging from thee?
Answered with silence, begetting an unparalleled emptiness
Was he ever here, or is the winter's howl emerging from the opposite direction?
Impending uprising fulfilled when I discovered death's dry hand
Stepping out into the snow the chill caresses my hair
Following the voice to encounter thy embrace
An offering of flesh
A sacrifice of memories
Plunge the ashen blade through the chest of my origin
Tear tendons to reach the vessel
Surgical discovery of the ancient ones
To the glyphs I raise my hand
Plunge the ashen blade through the chest of my origin
Hooded father I cry upon the altar
I repeat your message in circles