Darkside Dying World
there is black silent marching in the wood seems to be sheer minutes of destruction why do you stand still decay house of your father why do raise up led blackness to your lips you watch a hunter gut his trophy in the wood his hands damp of blood and sweat in the mist you the shivering animal you the slaughtering priest your lids drunken with incense see the stars saturn red from dephts voices of the leper dwell in blood shades of deer lament above him pain cries from the vault weep blossom in blood torture kill the beast leave shadows of grief ther?s black, silent marching in the forest mute destruction in silent graves dwell red, longgone evening through a wall of stone your laughter in the dark see the stars saturn red red
