Rise
The whispering winds, they bear secrets
And deep in our veins we grieve
The days are delusion
The nights stretch into abyss
And sometimes
I feel I can hear

From behind a curtain of velvet
Draped in smoke, whispers demand
Let it be done
Decrees from furtive gods, history defeated
The trembling of earth
Let it be done

Bred like beasts, we may not ascend
Captive cognition
Deus ex machina
The slyest interference

All they ask is unwavering ignorance
A sacrifice to dominance
We cry to our savior, as fate seals with wax
Samael, open your book
But the marionette cannot stir alone
And so it goes

The meek and the strong
Meet the same fate
All is forgotten and their words become flesh
Their Sun remains atop the sky eternally
It shall never set upon the necromancion age