Throne of Thorns Lyrics

The scorching sun beats me down
Anointed in the sky
With death abaft waiting for my soul to take
This austral land takes hold

The dead forest towers above my head
Its reverential hands scrape at the sky
The only shade in sight I scramble for this haven of hell
Nothing to lose I plunge into void

Pushing forward,
Horror in my eyes,
Fungal creatures of
various shape and size

Floral beings with
fangs of bark
Their gaze
turns towards me

Aphotic woodlands
Realm of dreams
No hope or promise
Waits here for me

Longing and hunger
tear at my chest
But creatures do follow
No time to rest

Beyond the thicket
is a great expanse
Sitting dead center
A throne made of thorn

I see him approaching
Two grown men tall
Sunk eyes pierce through me
This kind made of thorn

Aphotic woodlands
Realm of dreams
No hope or primise
waits for me

Standing atop me
Sword at my heart
I feel it slide through me
and stop in the earth

My vision comes brighter
Surroundings turn white
I see now this forest has
Light, light light...