[Lyric] November Custom (Hyperboreus)

Closest touch of death and life
Living now obeying night
Dead with them in ritual mess
‘Long to equinox obsessed
Take my bones to carnival
Where rotting corpses in the ball
With skeletons masquerade
Andes’ echo roars
Fate means death
For those who ignore a tradition

Holding tight to fragile bones
Generations of tombstones
Reveal the power and enlight your way
This is your primordial doom

We fought our enemies
Discarded falsе tragedies
For darkness thеy prepared
Our path
With sword and gold you paved the way
But brave enough responds with slay
Enslaving once
Prepare to fight their seeds
Free your soul from inner waste
Light and shadow rearranged
Through the ball space pulses
In reborn

Fate means death
For those who ignore a tradition