[Words: Ihsahn.]
[Music: Ihsahn & Samoth.]
[Arrangements: Ihsahn.]
[5:54]
Vide, ravens caw in
reverence.
Anthems to the Welkin at dusk.
In celebration of the few, the kin,
beyond flesh, beyond words.
Those of the core,
beyond gods,
as gods received.
I float among them
on wings once broken,
now gleaming black.
I share their song
of
words unspoken.
Cries of the past.
In times of fiendish tempest
bloodlust turns against the coil.
Hungry for the
fall,
I greet the pit.
Blind Savage
Cursing Life.
Yet, at the moment of my final step
the hands and golden chains are
given.
Bidding me
that which can not be deprived:
The bonds of trust and unity,
till the end.
Brethren and sisters of
my circle,
I acclaim thee all.
When guiding stars are clouded and deranged,
fear not to take my hand.
The bonds of trust
and unity.
As gods received
till the end.
