The Pact - Thrall

The Pact 協定

The pact

Will made-form

Word made-flesh

Our dolourous exile

Cold ice-ridden air

With fire in our lungs

Hot wrathful prescience

With ice in our minds

A serpentine path

Our irrevocable epitaph

Shed our vessels

Hollow beings — at one with the void

Our blackened wings unfurl

Oh the pact resounds

From our withered lips

Cancerous ash falls

From our feathers

Pestilence blooms

In our footsteps

Wormwood radiates

From our scales

Our independence night

In the arboreal gloom

We will rot

Bound forever