The lantern by the cathedral sways in the middle of an icy field, barren and freshly adorned with snow

Bodies strewn, ritual complete, true horror revealed

It is winter now and no man can bear to witness these sites, but these aren’t really men are they?

The butcher, the priest, the god who has forsaken you when you needed them most

Spirits fade into the mist

Under the gaze; the stained-glass eye

Wisps sway above the fields of ice

Red-stained glass, as above so below

The butcher, the priest and the god who has left you

Just when you held out your hand

Almighty beloved the great absentee

Punish each other, releasing us free

They will march in winter

There’s no help

All the weakened, dying

Join our dead

They’ll defile your honor

This is Hell

No name spoken

No story to tell

No stories to tell

As We Forget

The siren’s song

In our ears

All along

Clean break

Herded with the outcasts

Freezing without sun

Dying by the hundreds

With nowhere to run

Sleeping with our nightmares

Day brings no relief

Buried are our hopes and

Our bloodstained dreams

This is a deathwish

Join us in our hell

Breathing isn’t living

Nobody could tell

Sleeping with our nightmares

Day brings no relief

Buried are our hopes and

Our bloodstained dreams

No story to tell

Join us in hell