[Music: Sorceron and Ellyllon, Lyrics: Sorceron]    You call from the shadows  And curse my blood in the wind  You speak in riddles  The substance which is chipping away  At the garden so balefully    I will hunt you  And even your god can't save you  When the wind blows  A mourning morning whispers serenity  There's none to be had    I will curse the very soil you walk  Until you drown in your own shame  And feel the sweet kiss of death across your cold skin  Under the pale horned moon    Their blood is stricken and cursed to the outer hills    We conquer  All in the sign of evil  Into the cold embrace  As the wind blows through the willows  And the signature of man  Has blinded the stars and the infinities beyond    Reclaim the alter  Rewrite the books    I will hunt you  And even your god can't save you  When the wind blows  A mourning morning whispers serenity  There's none to be had    these lyrics are submitted by J