Lordvessel

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

magnificent Father
In a desperate attempt
To stave off the end of his age
He runs himself hollow
And burns all his knights alive
shell of his former self
They locked him away,
Far beneath his crumbling shrine
radiant sun,
Forged by the feeble hands
Of a child not fit for his throne
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