Black Light thrash-death / Košice

Clouds of storm
Hanging by a thread
Above the lake
That takes all the dead

In mountains forgotten
Beginning to rage
Ripples turn waves
Move bones in the cage

Voice of the gods
On water so dark
Ill chosen words
Send out a spark

And the first light
Shoots through the sky
Into the depths
Damp bones start to cry

Endless in size
The corpse starts to rise
Flesh now stays still
Above the sea

Murder of crows
Their time to flee
Not wanting that much
Craving just the touch

Reach out a hand
An endless endeavour
An inch to the clouds
Stay there forever

Another strike
Body now ablaze
Floating in air
Still lost in a maze

It´s ready it seems
The storm breaks all limbs
A tower on shore
A book in the room

The storm takes its pages
Defaced with doom
Wraps up the shell
That used to be real

Shoots it back deep
Never to heal
The surface closes, becomes black
Tomorrow the storm comes back