The faint ringing of cathedral bells Calls me from my sleep Dissonant in the still black chamber I rise silently from the damp soil It is the voice of god... Whispering of black spirits Engulfs me as I am drown forward in fevered trance Beneath the pale shadows, I gaze upon the corruption of flesh I close my eyes and sleep once again As the bells of the tower fall silent My blood is the unblessed host My robes are the shrouds of the dead The voice of god summons me no more
