Kuoleva Lupaus
Horna
Dying Promise
Sitting in my chamber once again
At the edge of work and study
Eyes nailed to a black book
Hands channeling the power of the dead
From the sanctuary of ancient wisdom
Within reach of my fingertips
Words that as an interpreter
Innocent blood has flowed
Harnessing soul abilities
I have searched for formulas, spells
I have looked at the stars, beyond them
To feed a dark promise
I don't trust that shadow
That falls from me
Or anything else
That the daylight reflects
Ah, thousands and thousands
Candles and torches
Burnt hearts, oil
To quench my thirst
Revelations and wonders
That your mind wouldn't explain
I consecrate myself again
To the night and its secrets
Moments when time stands still
Silently witnessing
As my mind solidifies
Embracing great eternity
