Cloak of Marrow

The way of white lies within you To break the light dark consumes you Granted power to corrupt the dead The miasma In your head decay is all that lives Into the land where the dead wander in droves A vague light fades it's way from my sight On my way, I look for the rite Held behind the mask of the father A rite to fuel the flame and Engulf itself in my humanity Born of the blackened blood So spakethed by the church Where clerics shepherd undead Pillaging what humanity remains as servants of the gravelord All around me are weeping shells of crestfallen warriors Devoid of purpose and loyalty The ceaseless discharge from there butchered abdomena Heretics, defiant of the God's will Never accepting the lord's role for man in the Amaranthine age of Fire Further into the blackness, the toooooommmmbbb Where every light is swallowed and dark consumes Decrepit clerics exhumes the fallen for what might remain But I seek the soul of the dead lord Born of the blackened blood So spakethed by the church Where clerics shepherd undead