Tread high peaks
Hidden gold
Insult draws sword
Blood drips from cord
Foul, thirst quenched
O' crimson sate
Then roasted heart
Flesh to partake
Lo! That speech of which I hear
Of larks, Nuthatches, sky dwellers
Their intent made clear to me
Nothing stands obscured
Whispers to wind
A breath
A cut
A wound
Drank of his blood
Ate of his heart
There he sits
With corpse defiled
Lo! That speech of which I hear
Of larks, Nuthatches, sky dwellers
Their intent made clear to me
Nothing stands obscured
1 | Let Us Drink till We Die |
2 | Upon This Path We Tread |
3 | The Seer in White |
4 | The Serpent Ring |
5 | Four Winters |
6 | Beacon in Black Horizon |
7 | Gullveig |
8 | No Man Will Spare Another |
9 | Transcendence |
10 | Legends |