As a whisper throug hthe tomb, elder lore reigns deathless..
Manifesting within horrid ursurpers, and spoken in tongue of dusk
Charred altars vomiting forth tormented doctrine, eyes are drawn towards the dead, the silent god is striving to cry out and fifteen spirits feed from the chapel of bones
Ritual cast to the wind, and through vine-ridden halls spits the bleeding disciple; the hangman equals death!
Wer war der Thor, wer Weiser, Bettler oder Kaiser?