Scalping - Black Anvil

And there are still disbelievers

Those abyss in limbo

In glorious waste

Here lie the unworthy

Stricken to fear

What they cannot taste

And there is still

This mountain to climb

Grip tight tread blood

In hellacious storm

Those unattended

Must fend for themselves

In darkness may you find your way

We ve escaped unscathed

Embedded displaced

And there are still souls to save

Seeds to be planted bricks to be lain

Though course and defined

A testament ambivalent to pain

We ve escaped uscathed

Embedded displaced

Vehement in recompense

In shame thee bathe

We ve set aside your past implied

Burned black we reign

To be reborn one must suffer life

Through deaths acclaim

Speak to me

Your faith bequeath to memory

Speak of me

Your dreams beset to sleep

Speak with me

Triumvirate infinity

Scream with me