Beyond the Veil

In the dwelling twilight where thy fires burn, we call upon the end
Ghostly howls of death's delight
Ascending, we become one

In your many arms I bleed
With the ash of olden times we forge the way
Blessed be the burning one
For in her lies the key

On withered backbones lie earthly truths, that crumble in thy hand
To hallowed ground where the self must die, for the new to be reborn

Exalted one, of storm and wind
By your haunting grace, my hunt begins

This elusive presence in the nightside mist, lures my soul with its poisonous kiss
And in the silence the dark one calls
Beneath her bloody feet the serpent crawls