Vigil Tenebrae Part III - From the Ancient Depths
Wardaemonic
From the ancient depths Breathless he lies And his unburied ghost Deprived of funeral rite Pollutes you host Through winds of bliss Beneath stained lands of timeless stones This ground that bears no life Embrace the ancient mist as endless lament With silent resignation Cursing the blinding light! So far from the sun And so deep in the earth The ones with broken limbs scorns the dawn that will never return