[Lyric] Ungiving Sorrow (The Dark Alamort)

Forms of hate
Inhume to the blackwater gates
Resound the hymn
Voice of Eden
Enthroned Dominus
Portraits of blood
As the wax spills
And stains the palms red

Imminent vengeance
With the thrusting of the blade
A salient presence
Be still, the stained
Of all the light we don’t see
Comes the wrythe that will always be

Tearing away the flesh of this world
Removing the grasp that you hold
Howling winds beg for death
Extinguish the fire that burns from within
Ungiving sorrow