Hellchild, be awaken
Time to remember the rules
The centuries bleed,
The masters are dead and gone
Dance again this winternoght
Past and present shell unite
Run for the burial
Enter the vesper again
The rummors suppose
Godforsaken are those
That will bath in the gloss of whatever
Dance again this winternight
Past and present shell unite
Run for the burial
Enter the vesper again
OF SCEPTRE the mysteries speak
THEIR ASHES in the lande of the lords
MAY grounds ban the stones of their head?
BE one with the spawn of the dead!