Pure of Heart

Oh, voiceless call that made the Watchers fall
Enchanted by pneumatic grace that burns this world
Into formless ash

Hear it now, in silence echoing
The Other Side that calls the pure of heart

So bright... and yet in shadows we stand cloaked
Hidden legions mirroring the gods
Outcast breed in exile taking pride
Elected brethren, pure of heart

The pure of heart shall rise
To break the cycles of rebirth
The pure of earth shall rise
Up as dragons towards nought

(Nought) shall end the quest of our cause
Formless fires shall crown the pure of heart
Onwards now, aware in every thought
The raven's kindred, pure of heart

The pure of heart shall rise
To break the cycles of rebirth
The pure of earth shall rise
Up as dragons towards nought

Their deliverance, the force that fills our hearts
Awakened in our cause to tear this world apart
The nectar of the wise that sets the earth ablaze
Will forever remain as poison to the
Blind shepherd's race

Their eternal might, like thorns piercing our hearts
To remove every weakness through the sorcerous arts
For all shall be sacrificed to feed
The great flame of adversity
That is the beginning and the end
Of our Self-spawned destiny

So bright... yet throughout ages standing cloacked
Glorious legions mirroring our gods
Against the all, in Spirit we are one
The serpent's chosen, pure of heart

The pure of heart shall rise
To break the cycles of rebirth
The pure of earth shall rise
Up as dragons towards nought