Meads Of Asphodel The Man Who Killed For God
When the dead cease to dream
& nameless stones
become the graves of you and me
flowers of frost
wither to ash
where yawning flames
carve our faces in the clay
cum in me
and set the world free
for a moment in time
together are we.
Everybody wants to go to heaven
But nobody wants to die
Except the man who killed for god
Look upon the faithless
The forsaken tindered corpse
Here is the joy of murder
And the sweet smell of cremation
This man who killed for god
Who walks where dearth is king
Who gives us blood and flame
And all that terror can bring
