Pure of Heart - Portrait

Oh, voiceless call that made the Watchers fall

Enchanted by pneumatic grace that burns this world

Into formless ash

Hear it now, in silence echoing

The Other Side that calls the pure of heart

So bright… and yet in shadows we stand cloaked

Hidden legions mirroring the gods

Outcast breed in exile taking pride

Elected brethren, pure of heart

The pure of heart shall rise

To break the cycles of rebirth

The pure of earth shall rise

Up as dragons towards nought

(Nought) shall end the quest of our cause

Formless fires shall crown the pure of heart

Onwards now, aware in every thought

The raven’s kindred, pure of heart

The pure of heart shall rise

To break the cycles of rebirth

The pure of earth shall rise

Up as dragons towards nought

Their deliverance, the force that fills our hearts

Awakened in our cause to tear this world apart

The nectar of the wise that sets the earth ablaze

Will forever remain as poison to the

Blind shepherd’s race

Their eternal might, like thorns piercing our hearts

To remove every weakness through the sorcerous arts

For all shall be sacrificed to feed

The great flame of adversity

That is the beginning and the end

Of our Self-spawned destiny

So bright… yet throughout ages standing cloacked

Glorious legions mirroring our gods

Against the all, in Spirit we are one

The serpent’s chosen, pure of heart

The pure of heart shall rise

To break the cycles of rebirth

The pure of earth shall rise

Up as dragons towards nought