Krolok - Funeral Winds & Crimson Sky

Krolok - Funeral Winds & Crimson Sky
Osmose Productions
Video By Ethan Krolick
11-27-2024
Woodhorns resound from afar
The skeletal psychopomp awaits
Moon is clad in the crimson welkin
Sepulchral winds blow across the land
Blackwinged birds chant their dirges
Slowly, blood runs cold
As the soul leaves
These bones left to rot
Deep in the black earth
As feast for funerary ghouls
Phantasms and worms that prey
In the macabre coffinrealm
We remain on the temporal shore
As the spirit is judged by Him clad in leopard skin
His eyes, fiery furnaces
Cut through the heart on the scales
Wе bid farewell, until our time comеs