Murderous Transcendence

Black winds, come to me
With the stench of rotten flesh
Of the carrion in the gibbets
As mortal sins decay

Upon this final march
Become one with the dust of aeons
Upon aetheric winds
The blood in my mouth
An obolus

The dark river flows
Through paradise
As I pay the tithe of murder

I was born to be one with the dead
And the whispers from beyond had called to me
Bringing wretched souls to paradise
Liberated from the fetters of the flesh

The pit shall bear no cross
As my flesh becomes the earth
My blade was the bringer of eternal life
Heaven granted through the maze of pain

Stripping sinews from their bones
From the marrow I released their souls
Now a martyr for my sacred deeds
Like a blade the breaking dawn...

I was born to be one with the dead
As the whispers from beyond had called to me
And I guided souls upon the sacred ways
Liberated from the fetters of the flesh

In the shadow of the gallows
The curs shall dig up my bones
Executioner my guide
To my final liberation
As I descend into the void