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Dragged, through the ash of nameless pyres

My skin splits open like rotten bark

I dissolve in the smoke of a thousand mourners

Who choke on prayers they never believed

Carve my name into stone only to grind it to dust

The procession is faceless

The earth demands its due in marrow and silence

Lower me in to the mouth of the soil

Where worms crown me with blind devotion

No throne, no light, no mercy

Bind my corpse to the roots of the forest

Let them drink deep of my plague

This is the rite, the final covenant.

To be torn apart, a false sanctity in it

Lower me

into the mouth of the soil

Where worms crown me

with blind devotion

No throne, no light, no mercy

Only the endless gnaw of eternity

Bind my corpse to the roots of the forest

Let them drink deep of my plague

This is the rite, the final covenant.

To be torn apart, a false sanctity in it.