Death fetish

A long time since the western world has lost its mind
Crawling through the void of its within
To the east the shadows stretch and climb
Love, devotion faith are wearing thin

Darkness falls upon all faces westward turned
The sun is setting in our tired hearts
The sun is setting on the moral world
Long devoid of any trace of god

Out there in the labyrinth of the daylight world
Horror has been for too long denied
Lust for horror must be satisfied
Lust alone, no longer stirs the heart

Witness the uncounted human candles
Flickering, their tiny lights
Once blown out draw the hungry eyes
Lusting for the sight of their demise

Alone in our sorrow? No not alone at all
We revel in the site of human death
This common destiny await the one and all
And therefore we are united in the end

The post-apocalypse unveils its brand of love
For all humanity after their human death
The rotting corpse is our fetish god
Our rite of worship is the dance of death.