Shroud Songtext / Lyric

Necromantic
Shroud Lyrics

As winds swirl the dead remnants
of once-green leaves,
whispering of winter’s approach,
children don the
shrouds of costume to plunder
in a joyful raid.

The crone welcomes
her newest year.

She raises her
goblet in honor of the horned god
who comes to take
the crown.

The veil between
the realm of living
and dead is thin.

Passable.

The witch prepares
a ghastly welcome.

The 31st.

A monk of old beset
by the lifeless,
murderous eyes of legions of dead.

Beastly fiends who have cloaked
the Ancient of Days
in a terrifying shroud.

Through scriptural power
he tears it away.

The Way will be shown.

The Truth will be known.

The Life will be sown.