At The Shrine Of Mortalities
Oceans of red flood the shrine
The blood of its victims so pure
For weak is the flesh of all mortals
In the hands of the vengeance filled scourge
Uriel the flame of God
Who guards the gates of Hades
The seer kind run sacred
For their bones shall adorn your throne
Lying aeons in wait
To unleash the fury it holds
The fires of Hades eternal
Upon its betrayers once loyal…
Fire from beyond
A single mind yet three in one
I am we and we see all
Ex sanguinate the fugue divine
And unravel the forlorn souls within
Not made of stone or made of clay
But the broken dreams of generations
At tribute to the seer kind…
Let the blood flow free
The loorn sees its autumn nigh
Unweaving the blood from its crust
Aeons passed in its solitude
Leaving but scattered remnants of a land to be dust
Writhe in pain as your worlds destroyed
Bereave your loss in the seas of souls.
