1. ILLA, MOTHER OF DEATH

Illa, the mother of death
We welcome you to this hall

Illa the mother of the dark
We welcome you into us

Welcome to this hall
Welcome to this hall
Make us not safe
Make us brave

Illa

In darkness no one reigns
The night has no king
The night has no queen
In darkness no one reigns

Illa

Illa, the mother of death
We welcome you into this hall


2. I PITY THE IMMORTAL

Cold breaks the sky
Sharp frost rips at me

Cold breaks the sky

Pale is the morning
I hate the dawn
I hate the dawn
I hate the dawn

Pale is the morning
I hate the dawn
I hate the dawn
I hate the dawn

I pity the immortal
I pity the gods
I pity the immortal

Pale is the morning
I hate the dawn

The gods in the heavens are cursed
Damned to never walk the earth
Damned to never rot

Damned to never rot


3. THE ROT IN THE FIELD IS HOLY

The rot in the field is holy

The rot in the field is holy
The rot on the vine is holy
Rest in the ground
Rot in the ground
The fruit on the branch is sacred
The skin of the dead is sacred
Rest in the ground
Rot in the ground

Long may we live
Long may we rest
Long may we live
Long may we rest
The field awaits us all


4. BURY THE ANTLERS WITH THE STAG

Your heart howls.
Wounds unhealed,
apart and open.
Speak Death and enter.


Take the broken antlers
And draw Her sigil.
Moonlight! Make your offering!
Blood! Let the dust consume it!

Take Her spear.
Hunt it down that which torments you,
To the edges of the Earth.

DRIVE HER WEAPON INTO ITS HEART.

Feel the warmth of its ichor.
Twist and pull,
And hear its death cry.

Take your trophies.
Drape its hide on your form.
Bring the head to Her temple.
Honor her gifts to you.

Keep the fresh antlers for the next ritual.
You have overcome.
You are purified.
BUT YOUR HEART WILL STILL HOWL.


5. FORGIVER, I AM NOT YOURS

Redeemer, I am not yours
Forgiver, we are not kin
I will never be mercy
I call not his name
I was not made to be gracious
And I will carry this hatred
And I will carry this hatred to my grave


Redeemer, we are not kin
Forgiver, I am not yours
I will never be mercy
I call not his name
I was not made to be gracious
I will carry this hatred
I will carry this hatred to my grave


6. LOOK NOT TO EREBOR

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7. TO THE THROAT

To the throat
My knife, to the throat


8. IN THE SHADOW OF DEAD GODS

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