Lyrics

You come before us born of clay Still now no will You stand before us without light A broken thing stripped for parts Battleworn betrayer You feeble thing What is left of your life Battleworn betrayer Of idle mind You will learn As above so below You stand before us and beg for life But we give much more Steel your nerve now and cede this flesh A harvest of your soul Battleworn betrayer You feeble thing What is left of your life Battleworn betrayer Of idle mind You will learn As above so below The black light shines upon this horde Speak your truth and let it be known Make a gift of your blood and bone The black light burns away your soul