The vulture tones
CromlechSubdued to blackened urges
Is dying into addictive ache
As I stand pestiferous and damned
Scavengers, come feed upon the
Serpent anguish of needlescars
From times filthy wounds I've drunk
Through aeons of contempt in nakedness I've died
So slit me open and appease my hell
Defile my desires… Eviscrate me
With a lamenting awes vulture tones
Scavengers, come feed upon the
Serpent anguish of needlescars
In asseveration of that cold dark grip
I leave it all behind
And die… in it's magnificence
…such a bitter masquerade
This hollow motionless body
Subdued to blackened urges
Is dying into addictive ache
As I stand pestiferous and damned
In deep bittersweet green
I lose it all to damn this world
A sacrifice of mortal coil
So slit me open and appease my hell
Defile my desires… Eviscrate me
With a lamenting awes vulture tones
All boundaries torn
And it's dirges rot in my senses
So grimly those branches sprung through my flesh
Solitude infects… and it burns in my chest