Become A Prophet Of The Shadows

Become An Oracle Of Thyself


Through Forever


We Have Withstood The Sands Of Endless Time

The Coldest Winds Of Nothing & The Moon That Never Shines

The Darkest Sun That Has Hardly Come To Rise

& The Births Of Tragedy That Enhance Our Sensless Cries


We Will Journey To The Highest Of The Lands

The Deepest Of The Oceans & The Farthest Of The Sands

Throughout The Day, Into The Night Upon The Cold

Outlasting The Flame Which Burns Within The Soul

We Will Travel Far Beyond Eternity

Under The Moon, Under The Stars, Searching For Our Destiny

We Will Run Without A Trace, Without A Breath

Our Journey Through Forever Is Our Journey After Death


We Have Withstood The Winter's Dire Cold

The Summer's Heat & The Autumn's Wind So Bold

Spring Brought Forth The Rain Which Dampened All The Earth

& Now A New Season Will Lift Us Of Life's Curse


We Thee Deceased Are Thee That Shall Not Die

We Thee Deceased Are Thee Who Art Alve


Hear The Last Wish Of The Dying

Hear The First Wish Of The Dead


Become A Prophet Of The Shadows

Becmome An Oracle Of Thyself


We Have Withstood The Searching Scythe Of Death

The Jaws Of Carrion & Winter's Chilling Breath

Immortality Is The Path Which Lies Ahead

The Journey Through Forever Is The Journey Of The Dead