Night of Augury - Blood Ceremony

Look there to the mountain

That fiery bird

Futile song echoing from days long ago

In its voice you hear hunger

No turning away

And its song pulls you under

No choice but to heed it

And making your way

Convinced by its preaching

From your templum to stray

You dared not to wander

There was no pulling away

As its song drew you under

In the flames it has found you

Jagged wings wrap around you

Your screams they turn to ashes

As the night’s augury passes