White Cold Wrath Burnt Frozen Blood - Mournful Congregation

Silence falls from its sleepless slumber

The night breeze falls to the dawn

Soundless, solemn, sun broken sky

Cried her dirges forlorn;

Through winding paths

White cold wrath burnt frozen blood

I long to writhe in your splendid exaltation

Let hands slither down your watery embasquement

And arouse the sleeping seraph, from certain mortal slumber

Wherein its treasures of inception, become a handbook for the dead

What doth lie behind the darkness of the closed eye?

From where doth the sun draw it’s flames?

Answers float in circles, questions dissolve in light

1000 years of peace after, 10,000 years of misery

Arc of the angels, hewn by the sunlight dawn

Divine crescent burning black, shower the heavens and the earths

Kindle the flame, Upon deaths and upon births.