One thousand hands pull you down into dark waters
victimized time of life on earth expired coldly served
the vengeance damning murder in the first degree fodder
for the oaken box so lined with velvet tapestry descent
imminent bladder and bowels into pants spent the glow is
waning in your eyes what's coming next is no surprise
death phlegm rattles terrible the choking swansong rapid
decline when old age brings burdens cumbersome cruelly
dealt the sickness growing malignancies triumphantly
destroyed you from the inside out begging for death
insistently into the everblack from where there's no
coming back six feet below the earth rotting food for the
fetid worms into the harrowed grave your mortal soul
cannot be saved into the nether realm dead as slate and
cold as hell funereality headstones towering above s'far
as the eye can see condemned to hell so morbidly my
friend you'll never see lost forever in between in
revenance you've been deceived what you have prayed for
shall not be your hollow cries he has denied your weak
religion dies with thee a feeble cross insignia of fabled
gods you'll haunt a landscape draped in grey deceased and
meant to be to push the daisies up eternally your name is
here in stone into the everblack from where there's no
coming back six feet below the earth rotting food for the
fetid worms into the harrowed grave your mortal soul
cannot be saved into the nether realm dead as slate and
cold as hell