Carnarium Eternal - Skeletonwitch

With everlasting passion dripping off the blade

Of the temple that we create

This lust drives us to, to devour any and all obstructions

We will march with hands on the cold blade

Dedication to the craft of spilling our blood onto the page

Rise, rise, rise

This black circus of death & blood is eternal

Writhing in the head

Driving us to the undying lustrous light of crimson eyes

The carnarium thrives evermore

Upon the blackened wings of the raven above this sacred ground

Dark ascension is inside

Rise, rise, rise

Ascension, I smell the scent of the wolves

Ascension, I hear the sound of the hooves

I will consume all that’s in sight

Fearing nothing that lurks in the night

The carnarium is eternal

Giving its blessing to our wretched souls

Forevermore creating this blight

Dark ascension is inside