[Words: Ihsahn.] [Music: Ihsahn & Samoth.] [Arrangements: Ihsahn.] [5:54] Vide, ravens caw in reverence. Anthems to the Welkin at dusk. In celebration of the few, the kin, beyond flesh, beyond words. Those of the core, beyond gods, as gods received. I float among them on wings once broken, now gleaming black. I share their song of words unspoken. Cries of the past. In times of fiendish tempest bloodlust turns against the coil. Hungry for the fall, I greet the pit. Blind Savage Cursing Life. Yet, at the moment of my final step the hands and golden chains are given. Bidding me that which can not be deprived: The bonds of trust and unity, till the end. Brethren and sisters of my circle, I acclaim thee all. When guiding stars are clouded and deranged, fear not to take my hand. The bonds of trust and unity. As gods received till the end.