Lest Our Tongues Be Torn From Their Roots I awoke upon a mound constructed of human bone My vision fails as the fog thickened and enveloped me Through the mist appeared a creature, eerie in it's mighty stance Blessed now with such wisdom, I must kiss the goat The stars have destined our journey above the thick midnight tide Our horns have pierced the vapors where the weak have journeyed and died Blessed be as the transformation complete Blessed be as I ascend from perpetuity The roof may cave if the snow does not cease The trees empty their skeletal limbs surround me I trude forward towards the beckoning star shrine These depths halt me as the snow engulfs me I awoke upon a bank hardened by the assaulting wind My skin tears from the immense pressure of the searing sands Bless our flight with wings of steel and talons that time won't dull!