Hymn No Viii Lyrics
A tear broke freeFrom the ice, from the frostof her long sleepHear the thunder of the NorthHear the ravens screaming her nameLet the black ones flyto speak the messages of the unbornOnto the blackest skiesShadows of the raven's flightCrying their lamentUpon the crossroad where she standOne flies to gain the thundering NorthAnother crosses great seas in the WestThe third flies South, towards the !sunreichThe last across the windswept fields of the EastSand Seas Skies DarknessTime Death The center of the sinNorth West South EastWisdom's foundAlong the roads to the center of the sinThe tear...Lost its grip of her cheekBuried forever...In the sand... of my world...of my darkness...of my perfection...of my sorrowsSorrows...Let the ravens fly
Abysmal Hymn No Viii
