Well, what have we here
Is it a pilgrim from the asylum, carried aloft?
By a friend to our lady of sin? Where to begin?
Listen well boy
There are two bells to ring
The parish, above
The blightbog found, deep below
And their guardians
Still thirst for your cursed blood

Drop your sing
For a brother is in need to find
I will walk
Through the fog
As I welcome death!
(I will a pilage these bodies)
I will feed to the fire the shards of a soul

A magnificent father
In a desperate attempt
To stave off the end of his age

He runs himself hollow
And burns all his knights alive
A shell of his former self
They lock him away
Far beneath this crumbling shrine

A radiant Sun
Forged by the feeble hands of a child
Not fit for his throne
A clever deceit
To make everyone believe
The lords haven't left them behind

Like a moth
Fluttering towards a flame
Vereor nox

I will walk
Through the fog
As I welcome death!
(I will a pilage these bodies)
I will feed to the fire the shards of a soul

If only I could be so grossly incandescent

I will march through the dark
Like the hero before me
I have died many times
I'm replete with humanity