Call of the deceased In the horizon's thunder Hear distant murmurs that draw nearer In the abeyance of the master Soul above worlds and body under Departing the mundane Towards sacred and profane, the realm The devouring might of the grand arcane The womb that commands And yearns For reversion An intoxicated trance of the dark mother These are the ways of the call Rapturous ascent to death's dimension Through the fields of blood emanations Reverberations of memory Leading our souls, reaping our souls Language of the dead Revealed to me: A harvest is gathered Through veils of obscurity Ablaze by deepest suns Mortality, abandon Adrift in primordial oceans The one who no longer invokes fear I am the grateful servant Although I shall no longer be Carried on waves to vibrations of timeless thunder Soul above and body under The shapeless Sun and rolling Tundra Cry of the deceased To the decayed and unborn In ancestral waters Spirit visitations In ancestral waters The sleepless dead The graves spread across the lands Venerated and purified remains Are opened In cosmic union of transmutation To the decayed and unborn In ancestral waters Spirit visitations In ancestral waters