An Ancient Tradition Lyrics

The emerald river
Silent
Entombed palaces
Burning
Remnants protruding
From the earth
Like hands grasping
Grave reminders

Inhuman
Remains
Wet willows weeping
Anoint the cursed
Serpents persist
In apathy
Wallow in the waste
Slumbering

The eyes
Shadows still watching
Her song
Reverberates
Through the mist

Seduced by the master's sweet skein
Sycophants
Carry their load with larks hanging high
Unhallowed

The dreaded Black Lyre
Heralds the witch's return
The hour of eldritch suffering
Delays the convalescence

Charred faces of the icons
Sink into charcoal clay coffins

The forest bears the scars
A lost family
Never charged to recompense
For brutality
Put down like mongrels
For want of understanding
Spiritual hysteria
For pages of sand

And the rain can't extinguish the fire
(extinguish their souls)
That which burns eternal
(burns the blood)
Tragic contempt for the authors
(authors of ignorance)
Born of salt in the lungs
(salt in the wounds)

Nebulous beyond the cataract
Daughter of the unnatural hoarfrost cast from rime

Starvation
Phantom maceration
She plucks the strings with hunger pangs
Exigent thirst
Oceans; but not a drop to taste
A symphony of anguish

Not alone
Edge of reality
Her toxic touch never far away
Desiccant
Mouth of the desert stream
Forever left to drain

“By order of the Court of the Right Hand
The girl is charged with the known practice of witchcraft
Her sins have been witnessed to have caused the murder of five townspeople
And presumably countless others”

“We shall go now to the river and obtain from her a confession
If she be not willing to confess then her death will confirm her guilt”