Roaming the deep
Looking for a soul to keep
Promises flimsy
They've Fallen prey
Signed is the covenant
Caught in the weaver's web
A taste of deathlessness
To mask
The smell of decay
Lead, the rats tailing
Towards eternal wasting
Seizing the ferry
Stream of torn fates
In seclusion
We keep the void at bay
Binding a few
To save the many
We are watched with disdain
As they cross Lethe
Signed is the covenant
Caught in the weaver's web
A taste of deathlessness
To mask
The smell of decay
On we trail
Towards
The fangs of ruin
Do not fear the end
Fear that it never comes