Death's Cold Dark - Watain

De profundis mors advocat!

The pact is sealed, crystallised

Dark are the paths without return

Ash and blood colour my world

Ever downward winding steps spiraling to the utmost depths

Where the sun is but a memory of a murdered dream

As if emerged from the Abyss

Evoked by his own tongue

Antichrist, Devil’s child

Possessed by the night

Through will unfettered in darkness

Death was granted life

The blind man was given sight

And the fivefold star to shine forevermore

As a flame within the heart

Restlessly beckoning through

The guilt and vanity of a world deaf to it’s call

To dare what’s lit sole by the friar’s lantern

Through labyrinths so desolate and dark

To travel far in solitude and silence

'cross thornclad deserts vast

To witness the erection of a temple

At the place where order dies and chaos unfold

It’s tower shall lean out over the precipice

Oh the wonder’s those that mount it shall behold

For there the waves of Absu smash the rocks of definition

And feast upon them with erosive force

Yes there the ancient giants of primordial waters

Are hunting in the twilight near the shores

And I am their son, my ribcage the shrine, my flesh the prison

For my blood is their blood, my will is theirs

Mine is the gift that shall conquer all fears

See my glowing eyes reflect a heart that burns

That in turn reflects the chasm for which it yearns

He shall return to the Abyss

Heeding his masters call

Antichrist, Devil’s child

At one with the night

Wordless without form in deepest depths

Yet most besung, most present and most high

Thou wellspring from which horror’s holy flow

Through gates wide open

Thou who placed these words of praise upon my lips

The infant’s cry and the rapist’s sigh of joy

The world has gone blurred but the road gets

Ever clearer in search of thy burning kingdom