Beneath the golden canvas of dawn A monolith of stone to sacred wisdom forged within the unknown Here remains a dying flame These solemn watchers groan beneath the pines Imbibe the storm Inhale the ashes They will drown in fire Let it also consume you Glean the ashen cinders Of these wretched bones Cast them into the water Let the wind embrace their memory An abscess to be dissected Destroyed and forgotten Sepulchral augury of annihilation Divine omens of transcendent destruction The blackened gods of old descend to their final resting place They will drown in fire Let it also consume you Glean the ashen cinders Of these wretched bones Imbibe the storm Inhale the ashes