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Dark Funeral

Final Ritual

 

Final Ritual

(album: Attera Totus Sanctus - 2005)


Long have I waited, and long have I lain here alone
Cold and starving in the dark
Moment by moment I am drifting closer
To the land of the dead

An incessant noise echoes in my skull
It twines and vibrates down my spine
Fanning out to the raw endings of my nerves

The noise grows louder, its source looming closer
In a tightening spiral
The center can not hold, things fall apart
It takes all the strength I have just to open my eyes

Is this really what dying feels like?

Ritual begins when the moon are at crest
And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates
The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin
And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark

I am sealed in my own tomb
After nine days of fast
The ritual will begins long and painful it will be
And most likely I will not come out alive
But I made up my mind
There is no turning back now
The utter destruction of light
The end of my life

Ritual begins when the moon are at crest
And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates
The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin
And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark
I have formed my intensions
The shadows gather, thickening the air
I submit myself to the darkness
And I throw myself, into the abyss

Ritual begins...

Is this really what dying feels like?

Ritual begins when the moon are at crest
And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates
The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin
And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark
I have formed my intensions
The shadows gather, thickening the air
I submit myself to the darkness
And I throw myself, into the abyss

I offer thee, my flesh and blood
Guide me through the gates
Grant to me, eternal life
The ultimate sacrifice

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