Rotting Raven's Blood

The Stench of Darkness

From a kingdom that unveiled it's gate

Through the putrid flesh



Sucking the force of death

From around the white bones

When the black feathers are forever gone

Swept away by the northwind



The wings that now bear the epitaph of life

In runes carved on dead flesh by the maggots

Towards the cadaverous gate awaiting to be unlocked

By a key cast in silver of our grievance



All remains silent on this winter funeral night

When the lifeless onyx eyes reflect the starless sky

Glance of a passage to solitary awaiting throne

A skull on a sceptre and a jewel-adorned crown



Rotting Raven's Blood

Trickles onto the snow

To consummate the cycle of life and death

Inside this pentagram