Myrrdin - Incantation of Souls lyrics

On the night of the fourth departure When the bodies line the halls of stench Light the fire Sing the hymns When the priest has plundered all the takings And the sinners scrape the floor with chains Sharpen daggers Sign their names Welcome to the walls with unhallowed doors Where the good and bad are put to trial Where the soiled are interred as we drink their blood Leave the virtuous to be defiled Sickened practises by the shaven-heads Shall we leave them in a box to slumber? The unholy codes that their tattoos show They'll burn brightly on the tor this December Upon the causeway Above the clouds We start our journey Our destiny Now it has begun We're stood in circles In blackened cloaks In dead night darkness The blue fires glow around me I read the letters From the book's unseen And blood-soaked scriptures With meanings obscene The hillside rumbles The cracks appear As the talon rises behold A jet black sphere In his hand And as the black wings open And the claws come down A lightning bolt and thunder A cloven hoof hits the ground ...Beyond our seal