Ahrimanic Trance - Wolves In The Throne Room

On this night

The light of the ancient world shines bright

Blessing the dark children of the valley

By this gold brilliance they are cleansed

The dog and the wolf howl as one

The twisted village cries out

With one voice

They scream at the heavens

With disdain and wonder

As the beasts rise

From beneath the waves

They come to tear flesh from bone

Love and sadness

Manifest both celebration and funeral

The moon rests within the river

Here in the valley of dust

Pale faces offer their invitations

And the shadow beings answer

Within the sixteenth encampment

Desolation and ecstasy reigns

Under a blood red moon

They mourn those taken away

In the cold grass they lay

Under a blood red moon they weep

The beasts will rise up

From the deep

And look you all in the eye

Behold the royal procession of tears