Ancestral Waters
Grave Miasma
Call of the deceased
In the horizon's thunder
Hear distant murmurs that draw nearer
In the abeyance of the master
Soul above worlds and body under
Departing the mundane
Towards sacred and profane, the realm
The devouring might of the grand arcane
The womb that commands
And yearns
For reversion
An intoxicated trance of the dark mother
These are the ways of the call
Rapturous ascent to death's dimension
Through the fields of blood emanations
Reverberations of memory
Leading our souls, reaping our souls
Language of the dead
Revealed to me: A harvest is gathered
Through veils of obscurity
Ablaze by deepest suns
Mortality, abandon
Adrift in primordial oceans
The one who no longer invokes fear
I am the grateful servant
Although I shall no longer be
Carried on waves to vibrations of timeless thunder
Soul above and body under
The shapeless Sun and rolling Tundra
Cry of the deceased
To the decayed and unborn
In ancestral waters
Spirit visitations
In ancestral waters
The sleepless dead
The graves spread across the lands
Venerated and purified remains
Are opened
In cosmic union of transmutation
To the decayed and unborn
In ancestral waters
Spirit visitations
In ancestral waters