Lyrics
Blessed attendant draped in winding-cloths of bleeding shadow, supine and cremated like a corpse within its grave, bath me in thy shadow and fill my wounds with the light of resurrection
Come unto me o sacred death, guide me across the precipice
Bath me in thy shadow and fill my wounds with the light of resurrection, to show me the splendors of the void
knelt in sermon upon my chest
I lay within the coffin of the flesh, knelt in sermon upon my chest, blessed attendant draped in winding-cloths of bleeding shadow
Supine and cremated like a corpse within its grave, menacing in torpid and silent vigil, come unto me o sacred death and wake me to thy vision
Come unto me o sacred death, ye holy sigil that grounds me betwixt darkness and light, o sacred death
Knelt in sermon upon my chest, i lay within the coffin of the flesh, pluck from my chest the clay-born heart
And return to the nullity of the abyss, come unto me o sacred death and wake me to thy vision Mare, pluck from my chest the clay-born heart
Guide me across the precipice, in hypnogogic midnight s burial sanctum interned
Come unto me o sacred death, come unto me o sacred death Nightbringer, remove these nails with shrouded hands
Ye holy sigil that grounds me betwixt darkness and light, and take from me the light from my eyes that i may see the darkness
I pray thee come, to show me the splendors of the void, come unto me o sacred death
O sacred death, i pray thee come
To show me the splendors of the void, blessed attendant draped in winding-cloths of bleeding shadow Mare, that the serpent may come down from the crux
And take from me the light from my eyes that i may see the darkness, i lay within the coffin of the flesh
guide me across the precipice
and take from me the light from my eyes that i may see the darkness
Guide me across the precipice, pluck from my chest the clay-born heart, and chase the radiance that alights the fixed cruciform
Guide me across the precipice, in hypnogogic midnight s burial sanctum interned
Pluck from my chest the clay-born heart, in hypnogogic midnight s burial sanctum interned Mare, supine and cremated like a corpse within its grave
Come unto me o sacred death, and chase the radiance that alights the fixed cruciform
that the serpent may come down from the crux
blessed attendant draped in winding-cloths of bleeding shadow
And take from me the light from my eyes that i may see the darkness, come unto me o sacred death, come unto me o sacred death and wake me to thy vision
remove these nails with shrouded hands
o sacred death
i lay within the coffin of the flesh
And return to the nullity of the abyss, and return to the nullity of the abyss
Menacing in torpid and silent vigil, and return to the nullity of the abyss Nightbringer, supine and cremated like a corpse within its grave
Supine and cremated like a corpse within its grave, blessed attendant draped in winding-cloths of bleeding shadow
Come unto me o sacred death, guide me across the precipice
Supine and cremated like a corpse within its grave, and chase the radiance that alights the fixed cruciform
Blessed attendant draped in winding-cloths of bleeding shadow, come unto me o sacred death
Ye holy sigil that grounds me betwixt darkness and light, and chase the radiance that alights the fixed cruciform
pluck from my chest the clay-born heart
supine and cremated like a corpse within its grave
And chase the radiance that alights the fixed cruciform, ye holy sigil that grounds me betwixt darkness and light, and chase the radiance that alights the fixed cruciform
Ye holy sigil that grounds me betwixt darkness and light, come unto me o sacred death Mare, menacing in torpid and silent vigil
o sacred death
And make communion of its ebb, in hypnogogic midnight s burial sanctum interned Mare, come unto me o sacred death
Hypostasized angel of my dreams, menacing in torpid and silent vigil, ye holy sigil that grounds me betwixt darkness and light
Guide me across the precipice, and return to the nullity of the abyss, ye holy sigil that grounds me betwixt darkness and light
To show me the splendors of the void, come unto me o sacred death
that the serpent may come down from the crux
Blessed attendant draped in winding-cloths of bleeding shadow, and chase the radiance that alights the fixed cruciform, guide me across the precipice
Knelt in sermon upon my chest, pluck from my chest the clay-born heart