Chimes of leadenbells are calling me
While drenched by the stench of death
I’m getting closer to You
As my blood washes your tears away
Crystalline tinkling, alluring
Divides and unites
As familiar as the hoarfrost
That Nothingness takes shape from
That cold touch consecrates me
And I know its owner awaits
To show me paths
With frozen fingers
Putrid recommencement, tormenting
With its pleasure I shall be thy slave
Nothing had been there where I come from
Empty are the corners of dimensions
All your colours were wrapped into darkness
You buried destiny into bones
Tiamat, thy thousand faces
Splendour with suffering entwined
Over the Leadenbells
The song of Death draws near
With them
Forgotten sounds of evil
Thy crystalline blackness
It’s the tone of passing, here
Underneath
