Of Beasts and Worms

Whispering wood where emptiness stirs

Where the eyes of the sun dare not linger

Where a cloister of silhouette shapes emerge

And feast on the bodies of beasts and worms

This is the place where I rest my bones

And the river that cleanses me runs alone

To be there again where my spirit longs

And sleep in the soil forevermore

Under the sky where the moon is scarred

Marred by the clouds, the shapes of gods

And devils that spirit away to the souls

To harness the power of grief and woe

Turnin' away to the mist and the fog

Pullin' my spirit away from the bogs

Far from the whispers of bustlin' streets

Concert of angels is buried beneath

Myriad monoliths stuck in the soil

Smolderin' death from the sewers below

This is the place where I rest my bones

And the river that cleanses me runs alone

To be there where my spirit longs

And sleep in soil forevermore

Ragged and weary, awake, tremblin'

From the snap in the air as the shiverin' breeze

Mimics the frailty escapin' from these

Whimperin' lungs that can barely breathe

Dreams that have carried me vanish away

The mist, long arisen, painted in gray

Far from the whispers of bustlin' streets

Concert of angels is buried beneath

Landscapes that once held a permanent place

Rescind into darkness where they will remain

This is the place where I rest my bones

And the river that cleanses me runs alone

To be there again where my spirit longs

And sleep in soil forevermore

The skin is stripped from tender vessels

Clawin' and cryin' out

Wholly aware of the dawn encroachin'

Bringing with it the pain

Of facing another day

The pain of wakin'

And facin' another day

This pain is never endin'

This is the place where I rest my bones

And the river that cleanses me runs alone

To be there where my spirit longs

And sleep in soil forevermore

This is the place where I lost my bones

In the river that cleansed me

To be there where my spirit has grown

And sleep forever