Pyrrhic - Ne Obliviscaris

Of blood and time within these veins

Pulsing the dim, thundering

Upon the pale horses crying, surreal

Beksinski’s hooves cascading heaven

O blind fortune

Darkness favours the brave, the fallen (Carrion)

Bring forth the stars and tear down the sky

Blackest sister of Evenfall

From evening gown to armour

Your skin is so cold

Onwards, bright eyes and gilded hearts

We rise and we fall

From fire to ice, blind in defiance

We race the sun

O fortune, how long must we dirge to breathe life?

How long?

How long?

Blackest sister of Evenfall

From evening gown to armour

Your touch is so cold

Glorious tidings through sacrifice

The long hard road through hell at what cost?

Pilgrims to kings, of nothing but pain

Our hands are full yet our hearts are empty

To the moths we pray, the crippled chorus, we despair

The rise, the rust of icons, o gods of dust within us

Blackest sister of Evenfall

From evening gown to armour

Forever ours

O fortune, how long must we dirge to breathe life?

How long?

How long?

How long?

Cold, colder

Ghost light lips trace my scars

Serpents of the earth, feast, my heart

I decay

Colder, cold, decay