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Quickened lumps of earth - a feast for fowls and greedy worms

Count your sins, the snakes within

An eyeless leap onto the bosom of decay

Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer

A flash, a minute, a winters dust

A choir of fingers sings of putrefaction

Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer

A smile left to rot in the sun of despair

Sceptre and crown must tumble down and in dust be equal made

Within the hollow crown keeps death his court

Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer

Frail bubbles of breath and dying

A mere looking-glass for the grief you fled

The one birth-right, a painted stone of woe

Count your wrongs, the lord is come!

A map of death, the burthen of my song

Your name is but a call for decomposition

Shackles of darkness in an urn of light

And another empty lung to the sides of the pit

Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer,

Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer,

Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer,

Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer