Feast of the Fallen - Draugnim

Frail morning light Creeps the barren land Fears kept clandestine Chained in unsound mind Cast in fire stained with hate Deep has rooted the lack of faith Glowi

Sway, boughs sway Contortion of pinion arms never still Sway nightsky away Flesh draped on scars and crippled will Rasp of rusty brace and rotting grins Mouths

Unproven ground Yet old is the woe between us Cast in bone Is this the sum of hatred crossed Thus You pile them high your sired sins And they rank a legion Wret

One of us, one of the lost, skies did condone Soul renowned, blaze splendour unbound Shed sun on atoned, wield rays profound For us, for the lost, reach beneath