1. A TEMPLE OF UNKNOWN DEVOTIONS

(Instrumental)


2. MASTER OF ARTS OBSCURE

The toll of the arcane
Is a price thieves can’t escape

End of an age
For those who learn their truths halfway
Black robed sage
In an unknown temple lies in wait

A trail of lights leads winding through the wilds
Invisible to eyes with common sight
A loathsome path of thorns which draw cold blood
A welcome cost to feed obsessive thirst

The thorns they grow in girth till they’re as trees
They guard a heaving cave in woodlands deep
It’s mouth screams accusations in the mind
But chosen few are still urged on inside

Horrors
Unspeakable are seen
Illusions
Yet not weapons of deceit
Prepare
As life becomes what it has been
Behold
A Saint of darkness at his seat

“Another seeker has arrived
Surely it is he sees himself fit to wield death
That is not in question
The question we may ask instead
Are you fit to worship life ?
Or perhaps you are unfit to live it ?”

Master of the arts obscure
Keeper of long forgotten lore

Inside these walls he rules with iron fist
The weak are pruned the narcissistic shunned
Here piety and wisdom are the laws
Monastic hellscape for those wills unfit

A place for mages pure
The necrourgic forces are implored
Spirit of balance trapped in hidden depths
Rising soon to bring an age of death


3. OVER FROSTED HILLS

Consumed, a mind of necessity
Asleep, or awake beyond thought
Entrenched my footsteps restlessly
My corpse over frosted hills has brought

Unending pain
Day after day
Desensitized to cold
Far from the known
That’s now in ruins
The ashes of the proud

Mountains in the distance beckon me
Far from the plagues now far below
Sorrow catches me when I can rest but
A red dawn’s promise holds me up


4. RED DAWN'S PROMISE

(Instrumental)


5. SAMARA

No longing for the silence
The bliss or the release
What’s called by you damnation
Is wildernesses face
Samara
No end in sight for fury
For blood or torture's kiss
Live on ye blacked spirit
Which war eternal seeks
Samara

Minions of death
All that I see
Servants of light’s
Finality
Fade into white
All that they seek
Phobic of life’s
Ferocity


6. A SENSE OF WILDERNESS

Paranoia at each bending branch
This midnight’s dream
Forced inside my mind are visions black
Of violent death
Shadows lurking, dark impressions paint
A reminder
Reeks of frosted paths and temples grand
Of unknown plans

Cast your fate to the hands of ancient powers
And embrace this lonely sense of wilderness

Empty caves and hollows in the trees
With wonder fill
Courage born in darkness lets me see
A Glory unhatched
Run with wolves and stalk the game of feasts
A savage life
Ghostly voices tell of ages past
The call of night

[Chorus]
From the howling at the moon, a call to war
Prey their savior
From the winds carrying new life from the trees
The maple seeds
From the howling of the wolves, a call to war
Prey their savior
To the winds carrying new life from the trees
The maple seeds

Paranoia at each bending branch
This midnight’s dream
Forced inside my mind are visions black
Of violent death
Shadows lurking, dark impressions paint
A reminder
Reeks of frosted paths and temples grand
Of unknown plans

[Chorus]

This sense of wilderness sets me free