Well, what have we here? Is it a pilgrim from the Asylum, carried aloft By a friend to our Lady of Sin? Where to begin? Listen well boy There are two bells to ring The Parish, above The Blightbog bound, deep below And their guardians still thirst for your cursed blood... Drop your sign For the brothers in need to find
I will walk Through the fog As I welcome death(I will pillage these bodies) I will feed to a fire these shards of a soul
A magnificent Father In a desperate attempt To stave off the end of his age He runs himself hollow And burns all his knights alive A shell of his former self They locked him away, Far beneath his crumbling shrine A radiant sun, Forged by the feeble hands Of a child not fit for his throne A clever deceit to make everyone believe The lords haven't left them behind Like a moth Flittering towards the flame Vereor Nox
I will walk Through the fog As I welcome death(I will pillage these bodies) I will feed to a fire these shards of a soul
If only I could be so grossly incandescent If only I could be so grossly incandescent
I will march through the dark Like the hero before me I have died many times I'm replete with humanity
If only I could be so grossly incandescent If only I could be so grossly incandescent If only I could be so grossly incandescent If only I could be so grossly incandescent