Dark Funeral - Final Ritual lyrics
[Dark Funeral - Final Ritual lyrics]
Long have I waited
And long have I lain here alone
Cold and starving in the dark
Moment by moment I'm drifting closer
To the land of the dead
An incessant noise echoes in my skull
It twines and vibrates down my spine
Fanning out raw endings of my nerves
The noise grows louder
It's source looming closer
In a tightening spiral
The center cannot hold, things fall apart
Takes all the strength just to open my eyes
Is this really what dying feels like?
Ritual begins when the moon are at crest
I call for the ancients to
Guide me through the gates
Silver-moon white blade
So cold against my skin
Warm crimson blood glistening in the dark
I am sealed in my own tomb, nine days of fast
The ritual will begin
So long and painful it will be
And most likely I will not come out alive
But, I made up my mind
There is no turning back now
The utter destruction of light
The end of my life
Ritual begins when the moon are at crest
I call for the ancients to
Guide me through the gates
Silver-moon white blade
So cold against my skin
Warm crimson blood glistening in the dark
I have formed my intentions
The shadows gather, thickening in the air
I submit myself to the darkness
And I throw myself into the abyss
Ritual begins
Is this really what dying feels like?
Ritual begins when the moon are at crest
I call for the ancients to
Guide me through the gates
Silver-moon white blade
So cold against my skin
Warm crimson blood glistening in the dark
I have formed my intentions
The shadows gather, thickening in the air
I submit myself to the darkness
And I throw myself into the abyss
I offer thee my flesh and blood
Guide me through the gates
Grant to me eternal life
The ultimate sacrifice sacrifice!
And long have I lain here alone
Cold and starving in the dark
Moment by moment I'm drifting closer
To the land of the dead
An incessant noise echoes in my skull
It twines and vibrates down my spine
Fanning out raw endings of my nerves
The noise grows louder
It's source looming closer
In a tightening spiral
The center cannot hold, things fall apart
Takes all the strength just to open my eyes
Is this really what dying feels like?
Ritual begins when the moon are at crest
I call for the ancients to
Guide me through the gates
Silver-moon white blade
So cold against my skin
Warm crimson blood glistening in the dark
I am sealed in my own tomb, nine days of fast
The ritual will begin
So long and painful it will be
And most likely I will not come out alive
But, I made up my mind
There is no turning back now
The utter destruction of light
The end of my life
Ritual begins when the moon are at crest
I call for the ancients to
Guide me through the gates
Silver-moon white blade
So cold against my skin
Warm crimson blood glistening in the dark
I have formed my intentions
The shadows gather, thickening in the air
I submit myself to the darkness
And I throw myself into the abyss
Ritual begins
Is this really what dying feels like?
Ritual begins when the moon are at crest
I call for the ancients to
Guide me through the gates
Silver-moon white blade
So cold against my skin
Warm crimson blood glistening in the dark
I have formed my intentions
The shadows gather, thickening in the air
I submit myself to the darkness
And I throw myself into the abyss
I offer thee my flesh and blood
Guide me through the gates
Grant to me eternal life
The ultimate sacrifice sacrifice!