The Will of the Ancient Call - Crypt Sermon

Left all alone with my thoughts, madness abounds me

These timeworn hills endless roll, no walls that surround me

No roof overhead, The sun and the says

A sermon from depths of the stone, the ancient of days

These dreams haunt me

As the ossuary overflows

Ceaseless whispers

Of a voice calling out from far below

The Will of the Ancient Call

The ties that bind

The Will of the Ancient Call

Runs through my bloodline

All these walls seem to speak, echoes ring from beneath

Awaiting death’s final call, the sweet release

These dreams haunt me

A sacrifice the voice commands

Ceaseless whispers

The blood of my child on my hands

The Will of the Ancient Call

The ties that bind

The Will of the Ancient Call

Runs through my bloodline