Rituals - Hath

Rituals, an offering of blood

The lives of the holy misled, a feast for the kraken

In darkness we crawled from the sea

Seeking power from whence we were born

Eyes of black, grasping tentacles

Desiccating salt encompassing

Reaving this world and beyond

A return of iron to the sea amidst the salt and smoke

Poisoning, his gifts dripped in venom

Plotting to usurp the sacred chair

Silencing all who oppose and serve

The conqueror of seas sails on wings of black

Drinking deep the nectar of the magi

Revealing secrets unbeknownst

Our slumbering lord reaches out

Encased in his sunken tomb, he hungers for release

Eye of the the storm, first and the last

The master of the horn leading us into a new age

One last chance to see how the whole world will burn

Smoke blocking out the sun

Darkness swallowing the world

Born of iron, leaving the stone

The Other will lead us home

Down to his halls

Struck down at sea by the lord of light

He will rain the fire down among us

Broken men on broken shores

Lowly pawns in an eternal war

Blood in the water, death on the sea

Feeding the Other, feasting with glee

Broken men on broken shores

Lowly pawns in an eternal war

Blood in the water, death on the sea

Feeding the Other, feasting with glee

A winged beast appears

Breathing death from the sky

Scorching all of us

This is not the one we beckoned

I’m burning alive

Led astray by the crow

His begging eye black and full of lies

He’s led us to our doom

The bones of the drake will mark our graves