The Horror

Parading viscera
Spilt among the cold
Obelisk
The night is rich with the smell of remorse

The timbers of the gallows bend and sway
Creak under my weight
Slip cold into the void
I can feel the embrace
Of hell within me
The most deceptive embrace of a man's erratic display
Infernal pulsing rhythm burned
And left to bathe in ash
Now bound to this black sheet
the blood in the air will tell

The power I have is wasted on this man
Rediscover the cataclysm
The event to amend
Send mankind into a dark age again

Forced from my bones the horrid plague will rip apart and descend
I am the bringer of death
I am the end
One hundred years of broken kin have scarred the earth black with sin
I am the final sickness
I am the rotting within

Rotting within

All is clear the hand of god has slipped past this place
This filth can't be unseen, bound to this black sheet

Innocence is weakness
Hundreds of these insects
I will be the initiate of death
Innocence is weakness
Hundreds of these insects
I will be the initiate of death

Eviscerated land soaked in blood from the corpse
Darkness over all the endless starving plague endures
Dinner of sorrow
A meal for the rats
My tattered clothes and aging bones are bound for reasons unknown

I am law and all will die alone