Xanthochroid - The Sound Which Has No Name lyrics

No ancient script Was ever writ No j**el-decked throne On which to sit Soaring high, The Watcher waits To slake his thirst To clean his plate His jaws agape His claws unfurled The Winged-Watcher Swallows the world The oceans rise and fall With his heaving chest And in the wind We feel his breath No cries are heard No tears are wept For wise ones know The bond once kept The price he asked; The cost of d**h: A single drop, Still glistening wet, Of crystal’d pain To pay a debt As time went on The debt accrued And we foolish Men The price refused Now all is lost And we, Erthwile Peer at the stars Through his crooked smile Your soul is crumbling, rotting Beneath the chains of hate Can you hear those mournful, helpless cries? The sound which has no name Open your eyes The blackened fog has blinded you And with this darkness you have shrouded Our deep and wooded home He is our fatal end Our recompense He is the fear We all can sense The creeping serpent The reeking breath The fangs of Erebus The certainty of d**h The fangs of Erebus The certainty of d**h