Cruel nights of unforgotten turmoil An image forever burned in my mind The catacombs of history tell of such The reality of it all sets in... Cold blooded and heartless Savage and unforgiving Like an untamed ocean lashing out at the shore Like a cancerous virus infecting the breath of life A plague wrapped in a black cloud The grotesque visage of that which is our shadow That which mocks the purest soul Hearing the slightest change in nature A drop of blood in the graveyard dirt Dilated eyes of onyx shimmer the moons spell A maw dripping with black filth Its horrid form towering over its prey Stalked from dusk, tortured through witching hours and to mock Christ's worthless d**h At 3am this lamb of god is carrion for the worms Drawing its blood from the lifeless body before it turns black and cold The only witnesses to this act is the lonesome nightsky, the moon and the stars The wind whispers of murder The blood staining the stones and gra** and splattering over the nocturnal insects The sound of a lone fly echoing through the hollow lifeless cavities of the prey The ocean starts to give birth to the dawn The viral being of shade and night recoils back to the crypt Under granite and marble no light shall touch Above the soil the cold hollow stare of faith receives its empty revelation as the buzzards tear and pech at the dead eyes At 3am this lamb of god became carrion for the worms