Last day brings the grace
For bearers of forbidden name
Step into
Not thirsty am I for the blood
Of redeemer of thy
You live only for yourself
Or send your soul to the
As a rot to rape the spring sown seed
A plague
Bathed in the rust of moon
Is the death bed’s lullaby
Sung
My soul is bleeding
I feel so small
Afraid that this will
In the morning mist by the waning moon
through the woods
Forging the future from the timeless stone
Oh let me know
Sorrow is my bread
And tears I drink as wine
Oblivion my
Withered be the flower
Long past it's prime and bloom
Forgotten on