Suffer Children

     Suffer children come unto me.
    Make sacrifice your wealth.
    You speak, convey you would be free.
    But it's lies you've told yourself.
    Now your blood becomes my ink.
    and your flesh becomes my page.
    I stand tall, here on the brink,
    and write my hymns of rage.
    We'll sing them in my church of bone.
    Your sinews the pianos strings.
    Corpses fill the pews of stone.
    Hear sermons on devils wings.
    There are those who may want death.
    But when I stalk their way
    they all struggle to keep their breath.
    Unheard, to sheep gods they pray.
    You seek solace in the night,
    It's found in my house of bone.
    It may be true that might makes right,
    But in the end we all die alone.