De Profundis - Watain

Open!

Ye crypt of woe, ye depths of Death

Where haunts the siren’s wail

Maddening and deafening

Open!

Your heart and you might hear it to

Pregnant with nightmares

Beckoning you…

To and fro, the winding darkness

Deepened gulfs and shallow graves

Crooked is the trail

Left by the Dragon’s tail

And edged by the flesh of heroes

Who tried to slay him

Only to die like swine at his feet

Unto the eye of the storm

Where leads the narrow path of damnation

The pipers dance in wicked ways

Drawn from the depths of an abyss unclaimed

Piercing the skies swollen with flame

Ever shall they rise from the underground

The defiant chords of dissonance, to shatter harmony

Beware!

That sound

That stems from deeps profound

The mouth of Hell

Where thousand cunning devils dwell

Thousand-throated tempter, what music you make

Melodies of malady, a spark of gasoline hearts!

And unto our enemy a dagger that ever stabs

The face of sanity and every throat it grabs

Drawn from the depths of an abyss unclaimed

Piercing the skies now bathing in flames

Ever shall they rise from the underground

The defiant chords of dissonance

To rape the symphony of god

So loud, that sound

Rising from under ground

Each mouth of Hell

Scream forth that rebel yell!

From atop the oldest bastions of madness and of mutiny

May their grave blaze ever light our path…

For have they not made us see the burning heavens?

The beacons of rebellion

And the return of angry, angry, angry Gods?