My youth melts as it degrades
Uncomfortable
My spirit lingers
To perish or to proceed?
At the devil’s apex
I bestow
To the devil
To the devil
The pact
Uplift me now
At the edge of your sword
No doubt lies buried
No grace hath come
On the edge of the blade
There’s only one way to go
Downwards, at both sides
Yet, as one I shall fall
The blood ascendant!
If there is nothing inside of me
I was already there
Before the waking dream
As one, we will become
The all seeing eye, the thrust of the scythe
The wavering truth, it’s cracks they shine
Upon my opened veins they slide
My veins spread out like angelwings
My eyes, the gates to lightless bliss
As one, we will become
The all seeing eye at the thrust of the scythe
On the edge of the blade
There’s only one way to go
Downwards, at both sides
Yet, as one I shall fall
The blood ascendant!
Before the waking dream
A faith like dust, it never made me
Look all around from where you are
From the north to the south
From the west to the eastern relics
When all is unclean
Only the glutting of swords
Can redeem
All rejoicing, the whores at play
The new wine shall not be dissapointing
Before the waking dream
The blood ascendant