El-Ehra - The Thistle Creed

Turn off the light
El-Ehra
Invent a universe
El-Ehra

With a patina of the skin
Of an ancient god
Tear apart the veil of night
To let the white shade
Run free in the wild hunt
El-Ehra

The necromancer
Conjures himself up from the dead
The starry sky opens its jaws
And devours the world
Like a shark devours its prey
The watchers return to
A time before the eye of creation
Turn off the light
Turn off the light
Swim in the ocean of thistles
And rejoice in the dark hair of our lady

Let the lord pass the threshold
And open the gates of the sphinx

Fully armored
El-Ehra
Fully alive
El-Ehra