Rotting Raven's Blood The Stench of Darkness From a kingdom that unveiled it's gate Through the putrid flesh
Sucking the force of death From around the white bones When the black feathers are forever gone Swept away by the northwind
The wings that now bear the epitaph of life In runes carved on dead flesh by the maggots Towards the cadaverous gate awaiting to be unlocked By a key cast in silver of our grievance
All remains silent on this winter funeral night When the lifeless onyx eyes reflect the starless sky Glance of a passage to solitary awaiting throne A skull on a sceptre and a jewel-adorned crown
Rotting Raven's Blood Trickles onto the snow To consummate the cycle of life and death Inside this pentagram
