كلمات Some Ritual

Power - it radiates from the source Drawing the seekers inside Altars are drawn beneath their feet Harken the bellowing abyss Above forsaken seas Black storms are conjured Unending crushing waves Crimson waters cast in grey Sacrificed as infants to this shrine Our blood satisfied the caller Lifeless, and cradled in his arms We and they now bound Now cries the king of men Unsaved in his bloodied weep With mouths torn agape Unforced from heaven’s gate New eyes burgeon forth Unknowing in their departure The eyes defiled Tied together about the arms Seekers forever blinded and wandering Unpitied and crawling from heaven’s gate