The Progeny

I've seen beyond the darkness
A path where shadows dwell
Where the faceless brave the river Styx
The kindred sound the knell

Undead, the progeny
Walk the jasmine fields in gloom
To know their words and demon songs
Is oblivion and doom

When the moon runs red at night
And the sun blackens the sky
The day of the damned will dawn the land
With the sound of the raven's cry

We are their holy cup
To our lords
We are their sheep
They feed upon our carrion
Spoils of the blood they reap

Atop the basalt throne
He can watch the maiden's weep
To quench a thirst of thousand years
Dark father now bites deep