Lyrics
Obsidian
Waiting for the light that brings us ease
Forlorn vassals of despair
Forsaken we seek to please
Broken instruments of faith
The mountains rumble, they erupt in chant
Their mouths on fire
From the remnants of their blazing storm
A gift of power
Shaping the stone into a form of faith
As we shape the future
Renew the bond that's slain by inner wraiths
This will be our suture
Obsidian
This flesh is consecrated, blood and skin appealing through the wounds
Feed the blade , feed the blade, feed the blade
Comfort the raging fires , thrown down into the open mouth of truth
Seek the flames, seek the flames, seek the flames
The giants rest again, the shaking halts
Approval of the ancient ones
I cast away your fucking doubts
We are now guided by death
The molten stone finds place in worthy hands
A blade of speech
Unspoken but still clear and lucid words
A blade of power
Obsidian
Lost no longer, no more asunder
We seek the marks. Sacrifice the sinners
This flesh is consecrated, blood and skin appealing through the wounds
Feed the blade , feed the blade, feed the blade
Comfort the raging fires , thrown down into the open mouth of truth
Seek the flames, seek the flames, seek the flames
Hannes Coppens
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