Cauldron Black Ram - Corpsebreath Lyrics


The well gone corpse

Disguises as man enriched

Wearing trinkets of garlic

Bearing rose petals underskin

Beat thou breast

In roaring defiance

Those bellows shall unveil them

Drop the petalless flower

For it yields not its comeliness

Nor picturesque, semblance

Of the grandiose

Never love a corpse

Never breathe its foulest

Writhing breath