Rituals

Rituals, an offering of blood
The lives of the holy misled, a feast for the kraken
In darkness we crawled from the sea
Seeking power from whence we were born
Eyes of black, grasping tentacles
Desiccating salt encompassing
Reaving this world and beyond
A return of iron to the sea amidst the salt and smoke

Poisoning, his gifts dripped in venom
Plotting to usurp the sacred chair
Silencing all who oppose and serve
The conqueror of seas sails on wings of black
Drinking deep the nectar of the magi
Revealing secrets unbeknownst
Our slumbering lord reaches out
Encased in his sunken tomb, he hungers for release

Eye of the the storm, first and the last
The master of the horn leading us into a new age
One last chance to see how the whole world will burn

Smoke blocking out the sun
Darkness swallowing the world
Born of iron, leaving the stone
The Other will lead us home
Down to his halls
Struck down at sea by the lord of light
He will rain the fire down among us

Broken men on broken shores
Lowly pawns in an eternal war
Blood in the water, death on the sea
Feeding the Other, feasting with glee
Broken men on broken shores
Lowly pawns in an eternal war
Blood in the water, death on the sea
Feeding the Other, feasting with glee

A winged beast appears
Breathing death from the sky
Scorching all of us
This is not the one we beckoned
I'm burning alive

Led astray by the crow
His begging eye black and full of lies
He’s led us to our doom

The bones of the drake will mark our graves