Omens Of Plague From Beyond
Behold, winter twilight
I feel the chill of autumn´s end
The night to come is long
It is waiting for me to make the call
Dig up the remains with delicate reverence
Remove the dirt that kept them still
Pry open the lid of this inner sanctum that served as a house for the rotting
Enter night of desecration where the constellations are aligned
I have read the signs in fire
Found the voice within to rise this chant
An altar for the bones, crimson flows into silver chalices
Sigils of candle wax will take our voice beyond the grave
Rise now to share your wisdom
Manifest yourself from the deep unrest
We shall seek the answers right into the eyes of death itself
Into the eyes of death itself
The storm brews up, tree branches rattle
Step up and show yourself
Show us your unearthly secrets
Tell us of our fate to come
Behold, the stars are right
Open wide your eyes as a chosen witness
Through the black canopies the wind conjures a voice
It spoke of abysses that can´t be reached by knowledge
Taking perception through realms of cosmic dread
In which the mortal mind cannot withstand enlightenment
Truth wrote a threnody for sanity
