Monumental Possession - Dodheimsgard

In this undeadly raven eyes

layes winterstones of buried flesh

once held high by mortal men

holy and miserable

Then on my next gravethrone

I choose the thoughts for each colour

thrown upon lovly wall

for graceful visions and dreams

In the tunnel through fantasy and madness

trancemagic of my dimension

silent as the grave

By every passing curl

is each the shadows beneath

my glorious creations

Is my highest immortal