Rituals

Rituals, an offering of blood
 The lives of the holy misled, a feast for the kraken
 In darkness we crawled from the sea
 Seeking power from whence we were born
 Eyes of black, grasping tentacles
 Desiccating salt encompassing
 Reaving this world and beyond
 A return of iron to the sea amidst the salt and smoke
 Poisoning, his gifts dripped in venom
 Plotting to usurp the sacred chair
 Silencing all who oppose and serve
 The conquerer of seas sails on wings of black
 Drinking deep the nectar of the magi
 Revealing secrets unbeknownst
 Our slumbering lord reaches out
 Encased in his sunken tomb he hungers for release
 Eye of the the storm, first and the last
 The master of the horn Leading us into a new age
 One last chance to see how the whole world will burn
 Smoke blocking out the sun
 Darkness swallowing the world
 Born of iron, leaving the stone
 The Other will lead us home
 Down to his halls
 Struck down at sea by the lord of light
 He will rain the fire down among us
 Broken men on broken shores
 Lowly pawns in an eternal war
 Blood in the water, death on the sea
 Feeding the other feasting with glee
 A winged beast appears
 Breathing death from the sky
 Scorching all of us
 This is not the one we beckoned
 I'm burning alive
 Led astray by the crow
 His begging eye black and full of lies
 He's led us to our doom
 The bones of the drake will mark our graves