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!