Lost are the idols
To their decay
As runs the blood of hallowed lambs
That feeds the altar
To which they pray
Graves of the fallen
Defiant, stand
A boundless dark that crafts the blade
To rise and claim salvation for the damned
Reviled
Reprisal's jagged threads converge
Upon a frost-born child
Fate pale as Edelweiss
Heretic
Your frozen saint
Resides in dreams of ice
Cursed
By the verse of their father's hymn
Cold words of law divine
Neath spires of mourning
Another sinner
Breaks away from unseen hands malign
Sire of the mourning
Your sallow young
Exalt the cold eidolic words
That fall upon
Your blackened tongue
Curse the opposer
To face your sword
The snowbound wraith that pounds her fists
Against the ashen spires that Heaven's ward
Drawn in the tide of the shadows cast
Faint call of voiceless song
Obscures abandoned past
Cursed
By the verse of their father's hymn
Cold words of law divine
Neath spires of mourning
Another sinner
Breaks away from unseen hands malign
By a hollow throne deceived
A slave who reveres the open wounds from which they bleed
The accused are in sin adorned
As virtue they benight
Breaking free from the righteous chains our Gods have feigned as holy right
Myopic light
That covers all
Reveals their withered land depraved
And by her hand will fall