Into Oblivion - Gates Of Destiny

Harrowing winds rend the sky Trumpets blast homecoming's march Onwards in Triumph earth quakes From battles crimson and grim Kingdom upon kingdom razed Graven effigies ashen cold Monoliths of Empyrean might Assault the Walls of Time Passing through the keep of Janus Into lands of birth and toil Kin rejoice and reap the Return Bearing standards, bearing blood Brimming with mirth and with wine Ancient songs are sung Of Crowns and Jeweled Thrones That hail the spoils of the sword As Old bones mourn In tomb and funeral pyre Treading the laurel-strewn path (In cloak, helm and spear) In aspect of the Supreme (Enflamed his visage) Draw down Divinity (With sword and scepter) As Ruin drifts nigh... Memento mori, mors mihi lucrum (May Death stride forever before me) In Triumphallic procession Unto sacred Hearth Bring forth the white bulls, The diadem and the tokens; In honour, in absolute Victory Sol Invictus, Dominus Bellum (Unconquerable Sun, Master of War) Trodden are the realms of the earth Underneath my sandled feet My cup runneth over with desire To be numbered among the Peerless Mark the spoils at Thine feet Of Him who strides the way of Doom Behold the red, Etruscan arts Spill the blood, read the portents Turn the horns towards the Deep Tongues are held by golden keys Sanguine, the way of revelation Withered, the white poplar wreath In the brume the Seer sinks Divine the rose shapes of smoke In the throes of mystery Where the omens weep In their tears I see the fall Reign of Iron, Reign of Ruin Death march unto the Void Yet the signs emerge... Glory, Valour and Pride Draped 'pon vexed brow Fleeting within itself (An eagle far from home) Lush of worldly fruits (A serpent devours itself) Finite the threads of time (The sun sets on the West) Nay, I am a slave, Marching in amaranthine chains, As hoarse canticles of dust reek from my throat In the plenitude of my elevation Prismatic rays, rotting I seek the augur; I seek her, the Sin-Eater Transmute my poisons into wines for my soul Laid low in charnel-caverns for my physis That she again may restore flesh and make it whole Prophecy and omniscient eyes cast forward towards my fate And Muse and Mead to drown my iniquities I grasp the Golden Thread: Tell me where, Sin-Eater! For I know my desire cannot end in you And she said nothing, but her glance fell upon the Sea...