If Eternity Should Fail

Here is the soul of a man
Here in this place for the taking
Clothen in white
Stand in the light
Here is the soul of a man.

Time to speak with the shaman again
Conjure the jester again
Black dog in the ruins is howling my name
So here is the soul of a man.

When the world was virgin
Before the coming of man
Just a solemn witness
The beginning of the end.

From a world of magma
To a cold rock face
The ascent of madness
And the human race.

We are strange believers
All of us
There are stranger truths
In molten rust.

We rise from slumber
It calls our name
Recalls our number.

Reefing a sail on the edge of the world
If eternity should fail
Waiting in line for the ending of time
If eternity should fail.

To God's illusion
Which I recall
Was our delusion
Before the fall.

The angels come
And angels go
But the lord of light
Shining below.

Eternal blackness
Beyond the stars
We think our wisdom
Will get that far.

At the master's table
The table's bare
No line of plenty
Devastation, despair.

Good day
My name is necropolis
I am formed of the dead
I am the harvester of the soul
And I suck the lives from my bed
I own two sons, I gave them breath
And I fill their living corpses with my bile
What humanity I knew I have long forgotten
For me, eternity is nothing but a short while.