Claw & Chain!

[I] Unholy White Eye, witness this shell, A fractured vessel where the shadows dwell. The marrow thins, the hide begins to fray, As the warmth of my spirit is beckoned away. No longer a beast, no longer a man, Just a ghost bound tight by the hallowed’s hand.

[1] I labored in the cathedral of the deep woods, Harvesting silence where the old gods stood. I brought her the tithe of my sweat and my bone, To pave the path to her porcelain throne. But gold is a hunger that never can sleep, And the promises made were too shallow to keep. She drank from the chalice of all that I gave, While I carved out the floor of my own shallow grave. (Fuck!)

[C] She whispers of devotion while she drinks the spirit dry, A venom laced with incense, a beautiful, and hollow lie. I am bound by sacred iron, a ghost within her keep, She owns the very silence where the ancient shadows sleep. Love turned to a penance, a curse I cannot shun, A hollowed wolf decaying beneath her dying sun. A hunger that poisons, a thirst that won't die, Under the watch of a cold, hollow Sun! (Go!)

[2] I was a high priest of the wild, now I genuflect in iron, She stripped the silver from my coat and cast it in her fire. She dismantled the altar of who I used to be, Replacing ancient instinct with a cold dependency. No kin, no kingdom, no hymn left to rise, She stole the very starlight from my predator's eyes. Every prayer I whispered, every path I trod, Was just another stone to build her temple of fraud. (Blegh!)

[C] She whispers of devotion while she drinks the spirit dry, A venom laced with incense, a beautiful, and hollow lie. I am bound by sacred iron, a ghost within her keep, She owns the very silence where the ancient shadows sleep. Love turned to a penance, a curse I cannot shun, A hollowed wolf decaying beneath her dying sun. A hunger that poisons, a thirst that won't die, Under the watch of a cold, hollowed Sun! (Go!)

[B] The stars went cold when she tasted the light, A theft of the soul in the dead of the night. I am a cathedral with windows smashed wide, A sanctified ruin with nothing inside. A puppet of echoes, a skin made of frost, Counting the steps of the life that I lost. (Blegh!)

[3] I offered up the marrow, I let the embers die, To keep a flicker burning in her artificial sky. The debt is never settled, the tithe is never paid, I am the hollowed relic of the promises she made. Now the moon is rising, but I have no voice to sing, Just a broken bell that only she can ring! (Hallowed!)

[O] I consecrated my heart... I gave it as grace, Before I saw the void in her beautiful face. That love isn't incense, it isn't a prayer, It’s the weight of the stone and the chill in the air. I drift like a hymn through the blackened pines, A spirit forsaken by ancient designs. If you hear the wind whisper, cover your ears... For I am the silence that follows the tears!