Funeral, Swords And Souls Lyrics - Old Mans Child

[Lyrics by Aldrahn] 

[Main vocals by Grusom and Aldrahn] 

I proclaim the victim's fall 

Now I shudder by the sight of you 

Crucified by my nails 

You hunger by my hammer 

Born in pity, so raised in pity 

And grown to be what's weak 

Suffering beneath my blade 

As you bend your knees to the dust 

Voices, spirits and smoke 

From the pyre up by the glistering 

Never more was this seen 

In happiness and joy 

Memorize the ash 

Beyond the shell 

Of souls enfolded in blood 

Raining flat, my hands 

Sacramental juice from stabbed wounds 

Born in pity, so raised in pity 

And grown to be what's weak 

Suffering beneath my blade 

As you bend your knees to the dust 

Voices spirits and smoke 

From the pyre up by the glistering 

Never more was this seen 

In happiness and joy 

Despise it. I do 

The rise of mankind 

Seen by time, all the years that went by 

The rumbling of the night-thunder 

Witnessed the stoning