Held In Hollows Lyrics - Be'lakor

Through tainted mass 

A scourge unseen 

Brought three winters forth 

And set between 

After these hundreds of years 

The embers and fate will collide 

Her rotten heart has burst 

And shattered through dead wood 

When they drank from the earth, the end was near 

Tracing paths that once ran alone and pure 

Suffused within, the blighted decay 

Now snapped into dust, their splinters fall 

But a tithe to the wind, his frail grasps 

Clawed for the moon then came undone 

When all hope fails in the last broken bough 

Her strength will be gone 

Churning ash and husks in the bitter winds 

Crack the earth and burn the sky 

A wry procession of hubris 

Where nothing remains 

But everything changes... 

In destruction she will create 

Arising in glory, the searing gaze 

Crimson-handed specter of death 

Under the blood eye of furies 

Bury their feeble hearts