Hellchild, be awaken

time to remember the rules

the centuries bleed,

the masters are dead and gone ...

Dance again this winternight

past and present shall unite

run for the burial

enter the vesper again.

The rumors suppose

godforsaken are those

that will bath in the gloss

of whatever ...

Dance again this winternight

past and present shall unite

run for the burial

enter the vesper again.

OF SEPTRE the

mysteries speak.

THEIR ASHES in

the lands of the lords.

MAY grounds ban

the stones on their head?

BE one with the

spawn of the dead