The Orphanage - Iskald

Hollowed by the face of fiery

I call you now a distant theory

The tale I tell is all but done

The book is open and dust is gone

The hag she goes from room to room

And weeps an endless song of doom

She’s measured and weighted in torture and pain

By all of us who have gone insane

I’m in The Orphanage I used to roam

I dream a dream of coming home

My life is ending I fear it not

This is my story I haven’t forgot

I’m four, I think, but I ain’t alive

When I’m not asleep, I’m down at the hive

There she beats until we bleed

So we can suffer and she can feed

In the darkest hall of domination

We pray to god for revelation

Trapped in cells of gore and steel

I tell my story, the seventh seal

Soon I’m gone, I hear my call

She’s coming now, it will be my fall

At the end I see her incarnated face

The fog has faded, let me receive my grace

My tale is ending, but be aware

The hag is in there, spreading fear

I take my things, I’ll walk away

Commandment of light, I will obey