Crooked Horns - Currents

Fill my heart with thine venom
The black flow of rivers old
Heal these poisoned wounds

Thine blood is my blood
The primordial waters
Fire coursing through my veins

Beneath a withered tree
In the dark well I can see
Three times shall a fire burn, born again forever to return

I need neither stone nor glass on this river of blades
Where the mist lies thick and specters linger impatiently
The currents carry me deeper, with no end in sight
An endless journey through the night

In the hall of the entwined
I drink the cursed wine
The taste so sweet upon my lips

The restless dead stare at the sky
Their defeat shall never be mine
I have come here to die

Beneath a withered tree, in the dark well I can see
As a cenotaph it shall stand, when the dark one has swept the land

I need neither stone nor glass on this river of blades
where the mist lies thick and specters linger impatiently
The currents carry me deeper, with no end in sight
An endless journey through the night

In the eye of a horses skull
In the ripples of a boiling spring
All that ever is revealed are black wings