[Verse I: Whisper of the Old Gods] In shadow-stitched robes, they tread the flame, Black as the womb of the Gloam-Eyed Dame. Twinned in death, in rot, in rite— One gaunt as famine, one bloated with blight. Their hymns are knives, their touch a pyre, Born of skin and born of fire. Praise the weave, the flay, the fold, In the name of the gods before time grew old. [Chorus: Chant of the Skin-Walkers] O sear the soul, O twist the bone! Godskin’s gospel, flesh enthroned! Veil the world in a holy flame, And wear the shape of godhood’s name. Sing, skinmakers, in duets grim, Of sacred cuts and hymns grown dim. In temple ash, where silence grew, Rise again, the dreaded two. [Verse II: Apostle and Noble] One dances thin on serpentine toes, The other rolls where the blood wind blows. Apostle’s blade with endless reach, Noble’s girth, a sermon preached. Not kin by birth, but bound by skin, They flense the world to let gods in. Clad in the hides of martyrs flayed, Each death a step in glory made. [Bridge: Ritual of Revival] They fall, they rise, like cursed prayer, Fed by the screams of the tainted air. Strike them down and hear them roar, Two made one—then one made more. [Final Chorus: Eternal Flay] Burn the flesh, it shall return, A sacred wound that ever yearns. Blackflame flickers, truth revealed: The skin of gods shall be unsealed. O tremble, Tarnished, faint and few— Your fate is bound in godskins too. In dreams of flame, where reason ends, The Godskin Duo shall transcend.
