We descendents of the grave eternal
But I the betrayed below heaven’s gate
Thy body shall be left decayed
as the tormenting vultures watch from above
My skin begins to crawl as maggots feast upon my flesh
Blessed is the raven among doves
for grim is his world but clings to that he loves
Autumn burns as I lie beneath the crescent moon and as ashes become thy fate
death shall grin.