Lyrics
In the golden waste
In a desolate and valuable expanse
There stands a standing stone
There is a solitary, upright stone
The edge of peril
The brink of danger
Where blood and steel meet bone
Where conflict and weaponry confront living tissue
Bound by bonds that never break
Constrained by unbreakable connections
Colour stripped away
Color removed, leaving only bare essence
A soul I give, a soul I take
Offering a soul, taking a soul in return
Tribunal spirit braid
Judicial intertwining of spirits
In the Valley of the Teeth
In the region of danger and challenge
Ancient magic within my reach...
Access to ancient mystical forces...
Progeny of sorrow
Offspring of grief and sadness
A wind will sing thy dirge
A gust of wind will sing your mournful song
Upon the barrow hill
On the burial mound, a serpent will leave its mark
A snake will mark thy word
I am the third,
The descendant of impending destruction
The son of lurking doom
A faint vision of smoldering vengeance
Pale vision of dormant revenge
The heart transforms into a sepulcher
My heart becomes a tomb
Where the silver roses bloom
Where the blossoms of silver flourish
A sword of eldritch light
A blade emanating otherworldly radiance
Encased within the weeping moon
Enveloped by the tearful lunar orb
I am the master of the creeping blight
Master of the encroaching pestilence
Witness thy undoing
Observer of your downfall
Peeled back before the tide
Revealed before the advancing wave
Bound by bonds that never break
Constrained by unbreakable connections
Heaven and earth collide
The collision of celestial and earthly realms
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