Whispering Soul Lyrics - Singles - Forsaken

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 passage 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