Torn from the womb
Scars peak on the horizon
Sworn to alter life itself
Waves crash upon the crest
And send their echo to the edge of the world
Under cold winds of silence
Under black veil of death
Breath of the mountains speaking
The worlds epitaph
Life is un-life now
Behold the Fell Rider
Upon the weeping world
A mournful drumbeat pounds
On dry cracked soil
All a burnt offer offering
To the ancient gods
Blast upon us ye almighty king
The stars align in forms
The hearth of man is screaming
And nature upholds dominance
Hell hath no fury
Like the great river
Thy holy sigil for the end... for the end
Breathe life o eternity
Where deliverance be damned
Proclaim in irreverence
Desecration for sacred hands
Now come forth
Giver of death
Retract thy gift upon man
Endowment of plague
Bedeviling within
To vex and extinguish his plan
Reject the soul
Scars are now the horizon
Sworn to deface life itself
Taken by the undercurrent
As the iron seals the final gasp