Dust and Bones

My soul is sold to flames in ancient ritual For eternity roam the planes of dead My body's dust and bones a crooked way to live Stand alone I will to see at last the day I die I breath the cold away I seek the symbols on your tomb I will protect your name Until this morning not yet done From stone my blade was made in darkest mountains From the rage comes my lifeforce My eyes are blind to fear to pain and suffering In the end we all will be dust and bones I stand before my grave knee-deep in ancient mud Fallen history of my kin My soul is sold to flames in ancient ritual Blood on my hands will never wash away