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