The Forsaken - Whispering Soul lyrics

The Old Ones were The Old Ones are And the Old Ones shall be..... A temple of shame He is caste in the never-ending maze of darkness,, Waiting for the light's embrace reaching the path To the once distant shrine of his atonement Hope of repention buried under an ocean of forgotten tears Consumed with the pain of the innocent's gaze The pa**age of time severing the shackles of his enslavement An oath of damnation ordained by the mark of Cain Reaping the winter's harvests from untold sins Equinoctial winds rhyming dirges of enchantment (Chorus) These bloodstained hands - Can they claim redemption? I can hear his word - Guiding me to the dawn of my descension Shadows beyond time - Sentinels of yore Dreams of the vanquished - Lycantropic eyes spin the web of communion Beyond the blind sterility of a pri-mordial conscience The burden of sagacity the lost duality of fate In this silent shelter the angel of light awaits I am the nuptial gift to a dying surrogate