Evoken - Suffer A Martyrs Trial Procession At Dusk

Take them from us, the pitiful ones Pleading for bleak light's return... betrayed by impending dusk Finding no solace in the deeply lowering gloom They travel the path of the condemned in silent horror Onward into the unspeakable, no savior awaits in forgiveness Lead us unto ruin, devourer of hope In night's solemn presence The accursed procession approaches their destiny Fields in neglect; unconsecrated by blood and monumental agony Behold, crosses for the dead Their distorted shadows forewarn the tragedy The lurking fear tightens with each labored breath May we curse the gods in our final hour; the ones they have abandoned The dead and the dying; all sought in vain their own divine rescue Begin the mortification of flesh, limbs transfixed upon wooded stakes Extinction of thy very being; Hammerfalls resound through the gently sloping hills... Burn the dead now; let the ashes scatter without remembrance As those without hope, forgotten in eternity