Threshold wanderers Daath dwellers Usucaptors in lands Of no hope and no grace
Preachers of the fall Surveyors of the astray In darkness and in ruin, In gutters of ascension Behold the Logos begotten of death
From the midst of cold ash comes the voice of the living god Further down To the roots of withered pillars Through the scorched ground And you shall know perdition And it will set you free
Grey ash prayer Severed from the unconscious Perverse theodicy Atrocious immanence
