In skin of ash and stone Gaunt shade compelled to roam Ice heart forms a cage Black fangs a yearning blade Mind bent a starving slave None mourn the marching grave In dreams we hide in light Black eyes will eat the night
And the world grew cold Pitted guts relentless call As one of us fell a stark prayer answered The flesh stuck in our throats Swallow and thrive, swallow and writhe within
Torn skin consumed by plague Famine does not assuage Resigned unto this fate Monochrome crushing wave Wince in pain broken sight Bound to us by bridled right
As days turned we abandoned our gods Our mouths rotten with the flavor or our own Gnashed and bled only a searing blade May halt our grim endeavor
Let these fires rend my heart Till arrows fear to nest Pray no blade should cut my flesh And to the ground come to rest
To thrive on spoils The hunt eternal Two serpents coil The pain immortal