Spirit Braid

In the golden waste

There stands a standing stone

The edge of peril

Where blood and steel meet bone

Bound by bonds that never break

Colour stripped away

A soul I give, a soul I take

Tribunal spirit braid

In the Valley of the Teeth

Ancient magic within my reach...

Progeny of sorrow

A wind will sing thy dirge

Upon the barrow hill

A snake will mark thy word

I am the third,

The son of lurking doom

Pale vision of dormant revenge

My heart becomes a tomb

Where the silver roses bloom

A sword of eldritch light

Encased within the weeping moon

I am the master of the creeping blight

Witness thy undoing

Peeled back before the tide

Bound by bonds that never break

Heaven and earth collide