Silence sanguine in the now
Cease your facetious knell
Lying listless in the row
Feign the final bell
Quiet cackling in your mind
Your failures catch your throat
Fall into the sullen kind
Where Baldr waits on boat
Your cult is burned with roguish flame
My vengeance cooling still
Disciples driven to Heimdall's game
O chaplain of the kill
In the wood of sunset trees
The memory wanders on
Those waves of torrid seas
While the scars are all but gone
Enlisted me young for ruinous band
Army of the void
Vorpal scythe in iron hand
With mortal lives you toyed
Driven from home you took me away
From love and life gone by
Skeletal throne reign here to stay
No one to hear my cry
Your cult is burned with roguish flame
My vengeance cooling still
Disciples driven to Heimdall's game
O chaplain of the kill
In the wood of sunset trees
The memory wanders on
Those waves of torrid seas
While the scars are all but gone
Heretic put to a cobalt flame
I send your soul to space
Past is the time of heir profane
Legacy gone from this place
Never again you'll find me there
In your keep of doom
First demon of the waters spare
I share your look gloom
Your cult is burned with roguish flame
My vengeance cooling still
Disciples driven to Heimdall's game
O chaplain of the kill
In the wood of sunset trees
The memory wanders on
Those waves of torrid seas
While the scars are all but gone
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Silence sanguine in the now
Cease your facetious knell
Lying listless in the row
Feign the final bell
Quiet cackling in your mind
Your failures catch your throat
Fall into the sullen kind
Where Baldr waits on boat
Your cult is burned with roguish flame
My vengeance cooling still
Disciples driven to Heimdall's game
O chaplain of the kill
In the wood of sunset trees
The memory wanders on
Those waves of torrid seas
While the scars are all but gone
Enlisted me young for ruinous band
Army of the void
Vorpal scythe in iron hand
With mortal lives you toyed
Driven from home you took me away
From love and life gone by
Skeletal throne reign here to stay
No one to hear my cry
Your cult is burned with roguish flame
My vengeance cooling still
Disciples driven to Heimdall's game
O chaplain of the kill
In the wood of sunset trees
The memory wanders on
Those waves of torrid seas
While the scars are all but gone
Heretic put to a cobalt flame
I send your soul to space
Past is the time of heir profane
Legacy gone from this place
Never again you'll find me there
In your keep of doom
First demon of the waters spare
I share your look gloom
Your cult is burned with roguish flame
My vengeance cooling still
Disciples driven to Heimdall's game
O chaplain of the kill
In the wood of sunset trees
The memory wanders on
Those waves of torrid seas
While the scars are all but gone
Cease your facetious knell
Lying listless in the row
Feign the final bell
Quiet cackling in your mind
Your failures catch your throat
Fall into the sullen kind
Where Baldr waits on boat
Your cult is burned with roguish flame
My vengeance cooling still
Disciples driven to Heimdall's game
O chaplain of the kill
In the wood of sunset trees
The memory wanders on
Those waves of torrid seas
While the scars are all but gone
Enlisted me young for ruinous band
Army of the void
Vorpal scythe in iron hand
With mortal lives you toyed
Driven from home you took me away
From love and life gone by
Skeletal throne reign here to stay
No one to hear my cry
Your cult is burned with roguish flame
My vengeance cooling still
Disciples driven to Heimdall's game
O chaplain of the kill
In the wood of sunset trees
The memory wanders on
Those waves of torrid seas
While the scars are all but gone
Heretic put to a cobalt flame
I send your soul to space
Past is the time of heir profane
Legacy gone from this place
Never again you'll find me there
In your keep of doom
First demon of the waters spare
I share your look gloom
Your cult is burned with roguish flame
My vengeance cooling still
Disciples driven to Heimdall's game
O chaplain of the kill
In the wood of sunset trees
The memory wanders on
Those waves of torrid seas
While the scars are all but gone
Writer: Simon Alexander
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid