Myronath - To Walk the Paths of the Dead

By the powers that reside
In the gloom of censer smoke
I whisper to the Shadows
At the chime of the twelfth stroke
By the powers that reside
Within my blood, obscure, concealed
I speak to She who opens Paths
And She who the Reaping Scythe wields

Oh my Mistress
Who bears the Gifts of Death
Oh sweet Reapress
I am ready for Thy Breath

A transforming force at mortality's end
In the underworld with Thee I do descend
My spirit awaits in yearning, for Thee I have bled
Open the Thorned Gateway, so I tread the paths of the dead

Thy presence is felt as carnations decay
The Flames of Black dance, in a withershin sway
Through cemetery gates, Come! Mother of Bones
Send me Thy Ravens from unblessed graveyard stones

Thy Blade that cuts from deep within the roots
I accept it when my time comes to bear Thy fruits
My Holy Mother, Queen of the Bleeding Rose
With Thee shall I soar, borne on black shadows

My spirit awaits in yearning, for Thee I have bled
Open the Thorned Gateway, so I tread the paths of the dead…