Seven Whispers Fell Silent - Arsis

Seven whispers silent on scathing winds

The seven whistlers tune

Seven cries, blinded eyes bade the choke on the night

Beneath the stare of a cold and blood dimmed moon

Alaster, avenging one guide my path

Live in me, exist to be

The festering wounds upon the savior’s wrists

Calculating the murderous plot for the dozen to fall

The seven shall sleep forever

Unhallowed graves left unmarked

Five soon to join them and with their blood anoint them

Evident the feebleness of dog

Seven whispers, silent on scathing winds

The seven whistlers tune

Seven cries, blinded eyes bade the choke on the night

Beneath the stare of a cold and blood dimmed moon

Alaster, avenging one guide my path

Live in me, exist to be

The festering wounds upon the savior’s wrists

Calculating the murderous plot for the dozen to fall