Traitors Rune

On the burnt and blazing plains
The hard sun withered in our veins
Across the sea the storms grew grim
And circled the sky from rim to rim

With an icy breeze of death

To you who wander desolate
Across this barren wilderness
My heart is darkened with desire
Exhales a black and bitter fire

For all the cursed blood that pours
From the heart of sorrows sword

Before the veil of death
A light 'til our sun grows pale

Mutiny gathers in the storm
Phantoms ghastly and deformed
Above the dead deceitful moon
The compass spells a traitors rune

Fly from life’s deceitful breath
Into this waiting house of death

A star of doom
For the traitors rune