Kromlec'h Knell - The Ruins Of Beverast

Bad peace would send them forth

And no grace shall call them home again

If false reason has them driven too far

Fell the Kromlec’h Knell vibrate the land

They close in from the hills

No covering of tracks

No ebbing of scents

For it sinned

Trespasser, malefactor, idolater

A pack of phantom predators

Lured by cold sweat

THANA-THAN-THANATHA

Jaws of the moor

Murmur in tongues of a myriad beasts of prey

Bad peace would send them forth

And no grace shall call them home again

If false reason has them driven too far

Fell the Kromlec’h Knell vibrate the land

Maze domain meandered

The marsh is so full of voices

Down the moisture

Weighted bodies decay in mires

Phantom stirs…

Speaks of golden tragedies

Of exulting dispossession

Fleers at forfeited reincarnation

Oh jaws of the moor

Murmur in tongues of a myriad beasts of prey

Bad peace would send them forth

And no grace shall call them home again

If false reason has them driven too far

Fell the Kromlec’h Knell vibrate the land

Bad peace would send us forth

And no grace shall call us home again

The most decadent bad faith in God

Summons all tribes to hail your end

THAN-THANA-THANATA