Recollections of a Hand Loom-Weaver
We dig our graves as soon as we're born
A turf clad roof for our friends to mourn
Like falling birds on heaps of dust
We pray to the gods of foul disgust
A shower of chill in the drizzling mist
To delight my soul with eternal rest
I’m drinking blood & the devils piss
I’m a hand loom weaver from Necropolis
Murmurings & mockeries
Dusty loveless eyes
Of fakery & prophesies
& Morpheus in disguise
We dig our graves as soon as we're born
A turf clad roof for all our friends to mourn
Like falling birds on heaps of dust
We pray to gods of foul disgust
A shower of chill in the drizzling mist
To delight my soul with eternal rest
I’m drinking blood & the devils piss
I’m a hand loom weaver from Necropolis
Murmurings & mockeries
Dusty loveless eyes
Of fakery & prophesies
& Morpheus in disguise
Recollections of a Hand Loom-Weaver
Doomed to tread this path of dread
Giddy whirls inside my head
Hollow voices draped in the night
Face of sin burning bright
To wonder alone in haunted deeps
Forever clad in shrouds of sleep
Part human, part despair
Lost in blood & cold warfare
Vampire gods in unblessed graves
Shadow brimming, unholy slaves
God makers, schemers all
Smiling clay, gibberish
Out to lunch, blind & mute
Deaf & dumb, talking shit
Wilted roses, wrinkled hand
Holy men in sunless towers
Open bible, dripping woe
From deceit lies will grow
My journey ends, this is it
Lower me down into this pit
Eternal sleep beckons me
Solitude, in eternity
Cracking mirror, empty glare
My reflection, everywhere
Overhear, over there
All I am, beyond repair
I am gone, obliterated
I am done, decimated
I am dead, eradicated
Fuck you, fuck me
Fuck everybody