The Sigil Songtext
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The Sigil Songtext
My flesh wailed in Cocytus
My mind simmered in Phlegethon
This crust of a debris
Resisted all Stygian torrent
My descent was told of
Descent of the heralded one
Approaching my sweet home
Where finally I will find rest
Janus light up the torch
Till my constellation breaks forth
Astinus mark your final words
At last your ink dries out
Forsaken to rise
Rise to be forsaken
I, Magus, I, the Sly one
Venture upon my desolation
I, I, I am the Master
Hearken unto my call
I bid your presence elder ones
I have all essences
By which this gate shall let me pass
O, Clotho!
I summon you now
May your gracious hands be exalted which
Bestow life
O, Lachesis!
I summon you now
May your caressing hands be exalted which
Praise life
O, Atropos!
I summon you now
May your precious hands be exalted which
Shiver life
Feel the power stir in my blood
Dragons yield and replenish my might
I can see the days when in the sky
None but constellation hourglass reigns
Hearken unto my call
I fear you not elder ones
Master of past and present
I consign you to Orcus′ arms
Woe, Clotho!
I do away with you now
May your contemptuous hands be vanquished which
Betray life
Woe, Lachesis!
I do away with you now
May your infectious hands decay which
Disdain life
Woe, Atropos!
I do away with you now
May your treacherous hands be torn apart
May you be strangled with my thread of life
My mind simmered in Phlegethon
This crust of a debris
Resisted all Stygian torrent
My descent was told of
Descent of the heralded one
Approaching my sweet home
Where finally I will find rest
Janus light up the torch
Till my constellation breaks forth
Astinus mark your final words
At last your ink dries out
Forsaken to rise
Rise to be forsaken
I, Magus, I, the Sly one
Venture upon my desolation
I, I, I am the Master
Hearken unto my call
I bid your presence elder ones
I have all essences
By which this gate shall let me pass
O, Clotho!
I summon you now
May your gracious hands be exalted which
Bestow life
O, Lachesis!
I summon you now
May your caressing hands be exalted which
Praise life
O, Atropos!
I summon you now
May your precious hands be exalted which
Shiver life
Feel the power stir in my blood
Dragons yield and replenish my might
I can see the days when in the sky
None but constellation hourglass reigns
Hearken unto my call
I fear you not elder ones
Master of past and present
I consign you to Orcus′ arms
Woe, Clotho!
I do away with you now
May your contemptuous hands be vanquished which
Betray life
Woe, Lachesis!
I do away with you now
May your infectious hands decay which
Disdain life
Woe, Atropos!
I do away with you now
May your treacherous hands be torn apart
May you be strangled with my thread of life
Writer(s): Barış "kuzu" Tanyeri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

