Cognatio Naturalis Lyrics

by Lodge of the Empty Bed
Album: Pacta Sunt Servanda 
As if blood

Is naught but vapor

Risen with intent

Liquid whips of gore

To tame the claret shrike

Voice forged in agony

Circle of shades

Fate mocking blood

Blood cursing fate

What can I be

Now that my soul

Furtively beckons

Vistas of sinew

Wrist and bared neck

Solitary death

Liquid whips of gore

To tame the claret shrike

Voice forged in agony

Circle of shades

Fate mocking blood

Blood cursing fate

Am I

Spirit and will?