The Nethersource Songtext
von Blackthorn

Cuum luce noctis
Confinia servo

On that deathbed never laved with tears
All through the days for a thousand years
She sharpens like an envenomed dart
Malice upon her stone heart
The charnel keeps uneternal rest
With swarms of phantoms within her chest
She moves from trance to trance in mad change
Between the worlds vague and strange

Externality means naught
The only true essence
Is deep down
Where our elder roots
Grow towards the great source
Far below the same deathbed
Where primordial chaos spread


Potency is gained and lost to be reached again
These walls may burn as pages turn
The source will still remain
Times to come may cast us down
Or extoll our strain
Foresides burn as pages turn
But the roots remain
Whilst the origins
Of my own doom
Stir in the dread
Chthonian womb

There in her burial vault she hears
Night after night throughout the years
How they gnaw into the darkling core
Under the rough mossy floor
Coiling and squirming around the source
Of all preeminence and force
And then her black incantations rise
From that profound to the skies

Externality means naught
The only true essence
Is deep down
Where our elder roots
Grow towards the great source
Far below the same deathbed
Where primordial chaos spread


Potency is gained and lost to be reached again
These walls may burn as pages turn
The source will still remain
Times to come may cast us down
Or extoll our strain
Foresides burn as pages turn
But the roots remain
Whilst the origins
Of my own doom
Stir in the dread
Chthonian womb

And thus the deeper they
Run into the dark
The higher we ascend
To the primeval light