High arose all raven knights
Throne'd of long severed sigh
Butchers of red and of solstice blue
That ghosts of these fallen lie
Still swaths of kindred scars
Summoned stray dreamless worlds
With blank sub-glares breathless
Their faint trace of glass noon

Through laced passage
As though canyon sewn crevice
Grey dim growth lace
Over, above netherland pass
Hail smoke silver planes of old
Harken shrieks of thine star fume

O' rune violent victors
In terror spear triumph
Lords o'er thy massless blade
Over thee we shed gloom

For long in casts here agile stares
From antiquity entranced of eyes
Demise still dares preach to suns
Drown the elixir leech token
Our souls thirst this fire
To haunt bliss skyward verse
Beyond depths lost in pyre
Upon tastes oft thriving hearse

Inland mount and inward peak
Arches inward and glorious keystone
Soon frozen, soon sealed
Buried again
T'was stones grown of layered truth
Blood trained chalice
Flesh scarred soil
Base for the rising pillar...