Guide me, Lilith, my dear
Upon the cusp of night’s conceit
Led by black moon
Abandoning the frayed edges of time
Feet compelled by otherworldly chimes
Eldritch, the voices that ring through old churches
What drifts from this world and what’s left behind?
Born to die again
The cycle ensures that you’ll lose
Binding of hands
Binding of feet
Boundless we’re born, and boundless when we’re six feet deep
Lost souls leading the way
Unearthed from shallow and unmarked graves
Aimlessly searching for purchase over an indelible yearning
(Solo – Rauch)
Embrace death – the one true calling
Embrace life – the fight worth fighting
Trapped in the prison of the ophidian god
Be still and listen
Enough is enough
Walk along these winding roads and pray they lead you home
What is enough? What’s worth divining?
The destinations beyond the defined
See the black moon hang high in the sky
The shifting of the tide causes the river to rise
Complicating passage onto the other side
Follow the sound of the chime
Sway to-and-fro and swing side to side to a strange melody
Cross over through rushing water
Feel no ordinary pain
What drifts from this world? What stays in the grave?