Cerecloth - Naglfar

Old shadows rise

And shroud the world in blackest night

In bitter hearts once confined

Trapped deep inside

Since before the dawn of time

Now free to poison mankind

Futility

It feeds the grasp of lethargy

Life slowly comes to a grinding halt

Words of sanctity

Turned into inanities

And faith is naught but dust

The reaper’s breath

A crushing weight upon their chest

No reason left to exist

Seek comfort in the blade

In herds they walk along their way

The path towards an early grave

A cancerous plague begot

Spreads dread and spiritual rot

And the stench of cerecloth

Thus follow in its wake

As man succumbs to its dismal fate

A cancerous plague begot

Spreads dread and spiritual rot

And the stench of cerecloth

In this place now resides

As all things slowly die inside

Silence looms

The testament of our demise

A barren tomb forever cursed

Chalice of doom

Poisoning the fountain of life

For none shall walk the earth