Lyrics The Pact - Thrall

The Pact

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