Ritual of Sight - Thulcandra

Invocation of the black might

Wounds are cut within the soul

As the blood flows

My awareness grows

With my sight so clear

I must drown

A cold state of mind

Ignoring the chants of light

In solitude I must wander

Sorrow and pain on the path

On this everlasting journey

I must fall

The seeing eye must return

With the downfall of the powers rise

The final sacrifice of mortal bounds

In the ecstasy of forbidden wisdom

I must die

The gate of eternity opens

Deconstruction of the cosmic reign

With the liberation of the second will

A lost kingdom can return

And I shall rise