Wyvern

Fear sleeps in the dark Of scarlet breast Earth carries soul in Wrist Black plateau is now between the Scales Weather is teeming to light the shroud Air from the soul is black as a dark And warm where it's been, matches the age Stale like the Knife stills Shears body with trouble, With skill Rags the lacerated wings this Way Scrolls on the ground Blood evoker erupts in the tops Warm Cakes in the middle of the breast To soothing trees, branches touch the roots In the Bitter rotten abyss, in the shadow bath Creature Rising with sharp edge with a circuit out To The dark vault, hear the war beaten out Light everything Around Whispers away With what you are About To The Soothing Trees, Branches touch the roots In the bitter rotten abyss, In the shadow bath Creature rising with sharp edge With a circuit out To the dark vault, Hear the war beaten out Dark Angels are wolves now Land holy bells