Texty: Iniquity. Five Across The Eyes. From Tarnished Soil.

Blissfully awaken from tarnished soil
Resurrected, infected degenerate toil
No longer restrained by corporeal chains
Soul charged, but cold, numb and stained

Sworn into a perilous quest
Plundering the pure on request
Entranced by primal sorcery
An eventide of cruelty

Submission into the nighted depths
Grasping at the silvery string
Life-force returned as rivers of ice
Bestowed by the Monarch twice

Blissfully awaken from tarnished soil
Resurrected, infected degenerate toil
No longer restrained by corporeal chains
Soul charged, but cold, numb and stained

Developing membranous wings
Hovering above the usurper
Inside a spherical wasteland
Toll of time disconnected

From vaults of spiritual condemnation
Called aforth by astral contemplation