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- - - CARRION - - -

Cemetery winds blow across my face
Gracing me with scents of soil and decay
Beyond the veil where spirits separate
Gods and devil's dethroned to sedate

Suffering the gallows
The singing of the sparrows
In this paradise of Hell
Carry on this tale
In the maw of carrion

Cryptic messages scribbled on the wall
A waste of a wraith barely standing tall
The warning to tomorrow's deities
Distorted flashes of broken beliefs

The whispering Hollow
Speaks secrets of lost sorrows
Winter mournings never fail
Carry on this tale
In the maw of carrion

My blackened heart
Til death do we part
On the burning page
I will stay
Where I've been since the start

On the burning page

I went to watch the puppets dance and sing
At the mouth of the killing pit
The dead are hung and hymns are sung
With the godless fetus covered in shit

The embers flutter in the wind

Maniacal laughter lingers in screams
Mingling with faces within the dreams
Innards hang, we celebrate the martyrs
Leading the way to glorious slaughter

The sinister morrow
Turns brittle in the marrow
When skeletal crews set sail
Carry on this tale
In the maw of carrion

Scratching signatures in deep scarlet ink
On brand new sacrilegious offerings
Those infidels and libertines enjoy
The painful pleasures inside of the void

The sickening callow
Saturated in shallows
At the bottom of the well
Carry on this tale
In the maw of carrion

My blackened heart
Til death do we part
On the burning page
I will stay
Where I've been since the start

On the burning page

(c) 2015 Frank Green