Rites of Ascension

In hidden vaults, where shadows seep
They sing the rites of crimson creed
The ancient tongues in murmurs creep
And call to bones that never bleed

Through sacred dark, where secrets lie
In consecrated rot and dust
They chant beneath a starless sky
To raise the flesh dissolved by rust

With sigils drawn in ashen trace
And holy oil upon the stone
They conjure forth a lost embrace  
Of spirits bound by oath and bone

Anointed blood in chaliced hands
They lift to Him who waits unseen
To rouse the buried from their lands  
And robe the flesh in forms unclean

As relics gleam, and shadows writhe
In hollow crypts they take their breath
These holy beasts, now brought alive
To walk the hallowed path of death