Postmortem Acquisition (feat. Nicolas Cummings)

There is no epitaph to send me off No tomb to cradle me Just a whimper cut mid breathe From collapsing lungs A constant storm laden with the fists of god comes crashing down Waters rise and fill my premature grave Sight has left me The song and dance of the shovel play out in my mind I count the sheep as they start to pile Forming my eternal blanket Convulsing rage added with festering hate Clawing deep Colors begin to bleed Slivers sliding deep under the nails Ascending like his serpent Growing malcontent the rites become abhorrent Nervous prayers clutching your crucifix My gaping maw shielded from the candlesticks Growing malcontent the rites become abhorrent Slivers sliding deep under the nails acending like his serpent My hope justice has been burried and replace with Furry from the grave I am the wielder of the iron reaver Reborn from the flame bearded womb of the reaper And renamed soul stealer Fall to your knees now swine I shall cleave your head from your body Hollow it out and drink the fresh squeezed juices of your brain To quench my thirst Your flesh consumed to satiate my hunger Your bones used to pick my teeth When all is said and done you will rest in feces Bursting bulbs shower my corpse in its gentle embers Snuffed out by the pools of leaking puss Glimpses of decay track and spread Plaguing your peripherals Beg as best as you can but the part of me that could empathize is now burried Balancing the scales Make your offerings The judgement stays the same Sacrifice what you can But this headstone will bear only your name