Harvest Pyre

I am the ruin of all a squint can dim survey

I am the dearth of hope's dystopic cowl dismay

I cast the baubles through rapine my fortune, ill-acquired

Upon the flames, rent the night, deny the trinkets vice desired

I squander riches, lay the bitches, lust a jaded spray

Dream of nightmares, conjure monsters, sip decay

From breast of goddess milk, the darkness blood, a dulling wine

I angle sideways, path a blind maze, defy the scythe of time

Tap the jugular, bleed the vampire

Tar the slime pit surf quagmire

Heal cadaver, harvest pyre (Raw wound!)

Pyre

I trawled the aether, sweating reefer

Sole belief I'm beneath her

Glow decrease her in abyss deep

I unsheath her like a reaper

Tap the jugular, bleed the vampire

Tar the slime pit surf quagmire

Heal cadaver, harvest pyre (Raw wound!)

Pyre (Raw wound!)