Sol Invictus

Now The trumpets heed their call The reckoning's upon him Sol hymn be right The things that he told To the people out the door They don't matter anymore Here they have gathered With the shadow sense of self Let the snow seep in The master's all he knows Feast the blood on the throne It's upon him The things he won't say When they're lighting up the stake It's upon him Thyself is Thy Master Hallowed be Thy Name Beginning of an end Find a friend in a candle On a skull, dripping A fire on the ice And we dance till the ash Turns into spring The bells that have tolled In the depths of the night It's a cold hymn The song that is played When they call out his name It's the wrong hymn And now The trumpets heed their call The reckoning's upon him Sol hymn be right He knows The symphony will end The light won't call his name again Sol hymn be right