Cold flesh

Eat the flesh of the living
Hold on to the dying now is
What we have lift of our
Life’s that has falling
No hope lift in the one we had
Welcome death at our door
Weak we no longer are in the
Life we have lifted we lay here dying
On this cold ground we start to fade away
When the wolfs came crawling to pick the
Cold flesh form our bodies that have not
Yet total died as we feel them pull upon
Our flesh we lay crying knowing it’s our end