Deviser - Mourn The Dead lyrics

Sounds creeping from the woods beneath the pake light rain falling in the trees under a cloudless sky silver moon barely peeking over the crests of the most distant trees mere arts of illusion reflecting the light from the moon and stars into the night the grate of the sky wavering in its shroud of darkness flesh gleaming under the moonlight crawling along the ground eyes bright and gla**y a glory to behold the apocalypse of the seven thunders an excised pa**age from revelation Elements of fantasy over the sea of lights the lonely voice of the stars at the quietness of the world at a dawn suppressed prophesy the key to the bottomless pit unsealed the abyss Mourn the dead the sky commenced to darken taking on a sheen from beyond the gulfs of darkness Mourn the dead