Ars Animae

Time breeds corrupting time

And in her sweaty hands

The enemy's offspring dark dankly nest

The hollow vessels bleed

But darkness never dies

The clock turns back inside each human chest

Awake the slumbering warriors of old

Break bare the stony souls immortal born

Strike the great Bell with an appealing peal

Uphold the mantle of the Fivefold Thorn

Into the plunging depths

We cry for an escape

The candle flame grows dim but does not break

Forsake the clinging hands

That bind us to our fate

The dawn grows near and so we must awake