Ten Winters Apart, Pt. 3: Sunder the Seventh Seal - Crimfall

Gave I given to sleep

Sight blind and dry

Mouth void but weeps

Silence the loudest cry

Retch this nursling reverie marred

Fed to us, sons unshorn, ill-starred

Bond more binding than thickest blood

(Thickest blood)

Word that was dead and now reborn