Cloak of Marrow

The way of white lies within you
 To break the light dark consumes you
 Granted power to corrupt the dead
 The miasma
 In your head decay is all that lives
 Into the land where the dead wander in droves
 A vague light fades it's way from my sight
 On my way, I look for the rite
 Held behind the mask of the father
 A rite to fuel the flame and
 Engulf itself in my humanity
 Born of the blackened blood
 So spakethed by the church
 Where clerics shepherd undead
 Pillaging what humanity remains as servants of the gravelord
 All around me are weeping shells of crestfallen warriors
 Devoid of purpose and loyalty
 The ceaseless discharge from there butchered abdomena
 Heretics, defiant of the God's will
 Never accepting the lord's role for man in the
 Amaranthine age of Fire
 Further into the blackness, the toooooommmmbbb
 Where every light is swallowed and dark consumes
 Decrepit clerics exhumes the fallen for what might remain
 But I seek the soul of the dead lord
 Born of the blackened blood
 So spakethed by the church
 Where clerics shepherd undead