Underneath The Cenotaph

Watain

Lifeless and sour from death and from doom
in the soil of my tomb
not one flower shall bloom
nothing but death in this world shall abide
in this my pathway to the other side

And thus I close my eyes...

On through the tunnels
the darkness ablaze
passing through Naamah
queen of the gateways
the jaws of her darkness they feast on my eyes
as the last of the earthly lights flickers and dies

Dark are the dreams on the stonebed
for no sunlight shall reach to the land of the dead
as I journey through tunnels and blackened chasm
in the realms of death unbound

Underneath the cenotaph

Revelations revealed through crepuscular trance
shadows of deamons in catacombs dance
laminous signs of impossible shape
traveling deep, no return, no escape

Wonderous, prosperous marvels most dark
I fall to my knees and behold as I hark
the tongues of the ancients
damned and aflame
chanting in madness..

Closer and closer
the flames reaching higher
trial by fire!
trial by fire!
coalscense of high and low
hand in hand with the damned, I go
a dance in shadows

The burning fears of the world beyond
and the end of these snakelike trails
are the same as those which forged this heart
and so my birth through death prevails

Dark are my dreams on the stonebed
for no sunlight shall reach to the land of the dead
in flames I shall at last become
with fire I am one
underneath the cenotaph