Into The Ashes - Abigail Williams

You call from the shadows

And curse my blood in the wind

You speak in riddles

The substance which is chipping away

At the garden so balefully

I will hunt you

And even your god can’t save you

When the wind blows

A mourning morning whispers serenity

There’s none to be had

I will curse the very soil you walk

Until you drown in your own shame

And feel the sweet kiss of death across your cold skin

Under the pale horned moon

Their blood is stricken and cursed to the outer hills

We conquer

All in the sign of evil

Into the cold embrace

As the wind blows through the willows

And the signature of man

Has blinded the stars and the infinities beyond

Reclaim the alter

Rewrite the books

I will hunt you

And even your god can’t save you

When the wind blows

A mourning morning whispers serenity

There’s none to be had