Dead skirt
Under we see
Long shadowed
Mirrored relief
Satisfy
Crown misdeed
Shattered our chains by teeth
Never felt it's chill
Far screamer sings
Shadow lingers long
Beckoning hot
Back and forth between
Sentence and sky
We're so deep eaten
Bleak saunter
Lack of focus
Broad whips
Rake her sides
Claws worn
Walls to rubble
Hex on amplify
Sick of these sights
Sick of these sights
Fur of leeches
Nothing sees as eyes
Devil temper
Shadow mortifies
Endless hunger
Gorge on almost men
Time to question
Bottom sweller
F*cking everything
Of it's purpose
Shadows disagree
What it sires
Want of all it sees
As you and me
Reels insist to sigh
Beside lurks
Incest pride
Hate drawn
All for nothing
Vultures
Orgied cries