Lest Our Tongues Be Torn From Their Roots
I awoke upon a mound constructed of human bone
My vision fails as the fog thickened and enveloped me
Through the mist appeared a creature,
eerie in it's mighty stance
Blessed now with such wisdom,
I must kiss the goat

The stars have destined our journey above the thick
midnight tide
Our horns have pierced the vapors where the weak have
journeyed and died
Blessed be as the transformation complete
Blessed be as I ascend from perpetuity

The roof may cave if the snow does not cease
The trees empty their skeletal limbs surround me
I trude forward towards the beckoning star shrine
These depths halt me as the snow engulfs me

I awoke upon a bank hardened by the assaulting wind
My skin tears from the immense pressure
of the searing sands
Bless our flight with wings of steel
and talons that time won't dull!