Come with me, we'll go and see
a world through eyes of despair,
where children cry their tears of blood
that rains from out the air.
Where bodies lie in every stye
that wraps 'round every bend,
and broken dreams lay in the streets,
never to flourish again.
Harpies flare through razor air,
and harlots ire the land.
Stay your breath, lest shall you fall
unto their starving hands.
Screams of fear ring loud and clear;
cacophonies tremble the wind.
Banshee wails doth trail the gales;
listen to the gospels of sin.
Gaze unto horizon's hue,
so beautifully bleak, and black.
Miasmic decay corrupts the dawn,
and chokes the daylight back.
The countryside's nowhere to hide,
for there's where cannibals dwell.
Marrow, bone and bloodied flesh
fill the outskirts of our Hell.
Drops of flame akin to rain
fall from out the sky
from toxic clouds of blackened smoke;
we're all gonna fuckin' die.
What say you, oh filthy shrew,
shall we sign you in?
Come inside, you've naught to fear.
Come bask within the sin.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 6:27 AM UTC
Come with me, we'll go and see
a world through eyes of despair,
where children cry their tears of blood
that rains from out the air.
Where bodies lie in every stye
that wraps 'round every bend,
and broken dreams lay in the streets,
never to flourish again.
Harpies flare through razor air,
and harlots ire the land.
Stay your breath, lest shall you fall
unto their starving hands.
Screams of fear ring loud and clear;
cacophonies tremble the wind.
Banshee wails doth trail the gales;
listen to the gospels of sin.
Gaze unto horizon's hue,
so beautifully bleak, and black.
Miasmic decay corrupts the dawn,
and chokes the daylight back.
The countryside's nowhere to hide,
for there's where cannibals dwell.
Marrow, bone and bloodied flesh
fill the outskirts of our Hell.
Drops of flame akin to rain
fall from out the sky
from toxic clouds of blackened smoke;
we're all gonna fuckin' die.
What say you, oh filthy shrew,
shall we sign you in?
Come inside, you've naught to fear.
Come bask within the sin.
