Sigils That Beckon Death Lyrics

I) CULT OF THE SLEEPER

WE ARE THE SIGILS THAT BECKON DEATH!
With five candles lit and incense burning
I compel my soul to open the gate
With blood running thick and third eyes yearning
I place my heart into the hands of fate
Spill the blood, fill the cup, five chants from dark pages,
I drink from the grail of ancients.
Fall... Deeper...
Rise... Sleeper...

In this Cathedral of lies, my cold heart will be the Zion Scriptures.
Only the cold word of hate and the sleeping dragon
Will awake these memories...
I beg of things that are not of Christ!

II) REYES OF THE COLD BLOOD

"Cold luminous eyes of blue,
May your gaze be my own,
For I crave the eternities of your forgotten race"
What will I see, through his eyes?
What will I feel, through his eyes?
...Reyes...

"WE ARE THE SIGILS THAT BECKON DEATH,
WE ARE THE RIGHT ANGLES THAT ARISE
LEFT"

And though my heart may weep,
I am comforted at this loss...

"WE ARE THE SIGILS THAT BECKON DEATH,
WE ARE THE RIGHT ANGLES THAT ARISE
LEFT"
And through these cold gates,
I will see you there if you shall await...
To bleed me dry.
Rise above, with all five angles,
Levitate, and the heavens we shall travel!
BLEED ME!
BLEED ME DRY!

III) GATE OF THE COLD SON

"PASSIVE MOON, ARCANE THRONE"
Are these the lands I've so yearned?
Are these the mountains of my blood?
I shall arise once again,
As the cold son
HEAR MY CALL!