I walk where fallen branches sigh
Where soil weeps under ashen sky
Its wounds still bleed beneath the frost
And echo all the dreams I’ve lost

The nightwind carries ghostly cries
Through hollow trees and hollow eyes
Each step I take, the roots pull near
They drink my thoughts, they taste my fear

Soiltear beneath my feet
A grave where dusk and memory meet
The stars look down with distant scorn
And leaves conceal what once was warm

Soiltear beneath my feet
A grave where dusk and memory meet
The stars look down with distant scorn
And leaves conceal what once was warm

The moss has swallowed every name
The earth forgets, but feels the same
Its silence speaks of loss and pain
Where rain once fell like tears again

The thorns have grown through every year
They pierce my mind with quiet sneer
Still drawn below, too far to know

The thorns have grown through every year
They pierce my mind with quiet sneer
Still drawn below, too far to know

Soiltear beneath my feet
A grave where dusk and memory meet
The stars look down with distant scorn
And leaves conceal what once was warm

Soiltear beneath my feet
A grave where dusk and memory meet
The stars look down with distant scorn
And leaves conceal what once was warm

I woke up cold, mouth full of crust
Dreams in the dirt, covered in dust
I said I’d rise, I swore I’d change
But I just sat there, numb and stray

I fed the wolves with every lie
Watched my miracle curl and die

Wolves feast on what I left to fade
The hopes I swore I’d never trade
I laid them out like wounded prey
And begged the dark to take me away
Their teeth sink deep, they tear with ease
They dine on all my failed pleas
I wore excuses like a skin
Too scared to lose, too weak to win

Crossing the channel of fire
The wings of the dragon shall carry me high
The sky so dark and cold
Known only to the spirits that grew old

We rush towards the ravenclaws
They silently await to crush us all
We await the coming
Cursed as hellbound lizards we all shall crawl

Not the blessed
Nor the gifted
We choose the true evil
Not the feeble

We lords of dogs
We lords of the hammer
We lords of swords
We call upon thee
Souls of the infernal
Ghosts of the wicked
Spirits of all that is evil
Dance to the masters organ

We call upon you
Incarnated souls of disaster
Spread the fire all high and low
The ravenclaws have waited to long