Ossious and ravished thy bones Violated and scorned thy mind Once a picture of health, Now a portrait of disgust And through this wilderness I am forced to wonder and serenade The ghosts which encroach thy path… Towards d**h Blood and toil before the bond Static truth, to an awaiting zenith To debase and lessen ourselves Is to keep the glorious symbols hidden I look to the heavens as well as below It’s the space between that I must follow Misery surrounds us fast A lycanthropic call within us A dormancy alas yearns to quake To extinguish the call of the white light Ignite iron wills! Swords forged in abysmal cauldrons In lairs where the old words are kept Worms rejoice for they’ll soon have their harvest The fruit which lingers, the flesh of man Victory is ours at last Bones of the fallen line our pathways Gates have flung open revealing our past… While it is grieved, our songs lie unsung… Our oaths, our bonds Ominous and sealed Our swords, our hearts Dormant and clean The thinnest, blackest thread Used to sew the Book of Tongues The nexions of our apparitions Upon the dead horizon, Where all hope seems to fade Dust is blown from thy coffin lid Unto the frozen winds As thy throat drips crimson seances To beckon forth thy grand demise I shed before thee this mortal coil