Ichneutic - To Open the Hills

On hills far away,
where I think of the mists,
where green grass rises,
and my body feels the chill,

Within these ancient black hills,
lie the dank and dark,
the decrepit and fell,
- await the dying of the day.

On hills far away,
where sun and moon once danced,
but no light holds,
only shadow grows and falls, and under blackest drape,
of his nightside realm,
with hatred and contempt,
The womb of dragon earth is torn,
and vengeance is freed.

And now darkness creeps hither,
and I know its heart lies,
On hills far away

So open the hills,
in the name of the unholy,
and bring forth infernal darkness,
from the earth where its lain.