The Story
Months have passed since the killer barely slipped through the grasp of vicar Aghardt. Winter sets its claws into the countryside, but the priest refuses to give up on his hunt. He stalks frozen moors and rime covered meadows, frantically searching, grasping at shadows.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that also he is fleeing, escaping from a dark truth that he does not want to face. The deeper into the dark wilds he wanders, the more they seem to speak to him. Do they hold the answers?
Chapters
Dead of night the hunt is on Heavy feet on frosty ground Pounding in his skull The devil must be found
A life in ruins left behind Past the point of no return Demon and man Both will have to burn
On a frozen throne River roaring to the moon A bewitching man Fiddle plays a lonely tune
Do you feel it in your soul A truth that you don’t want to hear The only way, my little child Embrace the thing you fear
On a frozen rock Slowly waking from a dream Lies a broken priest In the middle of the stream
A final prayer He starts to weep A sinking book Into the deep
Dreaded path Up the hill The only sense Deepest chill
Cloak so thick Between the seams An icy touch From morbid dreams
Baleful mist Covers all Through the fog The devil’s call
At the gate Hunters den Wings above Turn again
Enter my halls, be so kind Leave all your troubles behind Lay down your soul in my hand That is the price I demand
Lord, i cant hear you Though the night is cold and still Just the unrelenting call From the devil on the hill
His lantern flickers On rotting boards Illuminating A precious hoard
In nooks and crannies The hidden truth His fingers clutching A little tooth
The scent of flowers Familiar tones And then he sees her Beloved crone
A house of bones A purple bruise Around her neck The devils noose
A fire roars Into the night The wings ablaze Their final flight
The dream we shared The sounds of pattering feet Was to be crushed A bloody sheet
I failed you then, my love And in your place An empty husk, my love That bore your beautiful face
Now you are gone for me And all that remains
Face to face Once again, again, again We are at the end For both of us No return, no way back We are the end Submit to me Grovel in the dirt Where you belong We are at the end The blood is dry Wings are still Millstone cracked We are at end
See the gates before you Thats your own purgatory Not to heaven nor to hell But the end of your story
You and me Side by side, at last We are at the end Of brick and stone Walls are thick Your new home We are at the end Where you belong There’s no god No demon song We are at the end The closing act Wings are still Millstone cracked We are at the end
See the gates before you Thats your own purgatory Not in heaven nor in hell But the end of your story
Saint Laurenti In his halls Cursed sanctum Padded walls
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