The Interment

Fate is punishing me with a kiss of death
It left it’s marks on my broken soul
I was crucified with the nails of unlimited thirst
For supremacy

Life has left my body, funeral time
‘Round my grave the crows are gathering
Celebration of triumph, grotesque scenery
Wicked apostles they are – of a coming storm

The smell of decay
Bait for the worms

Final interment at the verge of ruin, resistance
Failed

Corrupted standards of values, perversion of life
Itself

The smell of decay
Bait for the worms

Final interment at the verge of ruin, resistance
Failed

Corrupted standards of values, perversion of life
Itself