Long have I waited, and long have I lain here alone
Cold and starving in the dark
Moment by moment I am drifting closer,
To the land of the dead

An incessant noise echoes in my skull,
It twines and vibrates down my spine
Fanning out to the raw endings of my nerves

The noise grows louder, it's source looming closer
In a tightening spiral
The center can not hold, things fall apart
It takes all the strength I have just to open my eyes

Is this really what dying feels like?

Ritual begins when the moon are at crest,
And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates
The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin,
And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark

I am sealed in my own tomb,
After nine days of fast,
The ritual will begins long and painful it will be,
And most likely I will not come out alive
But I made up my mind,
There is no turning back now
The utter destruction of light,
The end of my life

Ritual begins when the moon are at crest,
And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates
The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin,
And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark
I have formed my intensions,
The shadows gather, thickening the air
I submit myself to the darkness,
And I throw myself, into the abyss

Ritual begins…

Is this really what dying feels like?

Ritual begins when the moon are at crest,
And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates
The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin,
And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark
I have formed my intensions,
The shadows gather, thickening the air
I submit myself to the darkness,
And I throw myself, into the abyss

I offer thee, my flesh and blood
Guide me through the gates
Grant to me, eternal life
The ultimate sacrifice