Thrall - The Pact lyrics

The Pact 協定 The pact Will made-form Word made-flesh Our dolourous exile Cold ice-ridden air With fire in our lungs Hot wrathful prescience With ice in our minds A serpentine path Our irrevocable epitaph Shed our vessels Hollow beings – at one with the void Our blackened wings unfurl Oh the pact resounds From our withered lips Cancerous ash falls From our feathers Pestilence blooms In our footsteps Wormwood radiates From our scales Our independence night In the arboreal gloom We will rot Bound forever