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We dig our graves as soon as we're born

A turf clad roof for our friends to mourn

Like falling birds on heaps of dust

We pray to the gods of foul disgust

A shower of chill in the drizzling mist

To delight my soul with eternal rest

I’m drinking blood & the devils piss

I’m a hand loom weaver from Necropolis

Murmurings & mockeries

Dusty loveless eyes

Of fakery & prophesies

& Morpheus in disguise

We dig our graves as soon as we're born

A turf clad roof for all our friends to mourn

Like falling birds on heaps of dust

We pray to gods of foul disgust

A shower of chill in the drizzling mist

To delight my soul with eternal rest

I’m drinking blood & the devils piss

I’m a hand loom weaver from Necropolis

Murmurings & mockeries

Dusty loveless eyes

Of fakery & prophesies

& Morpheus in disguise

Recollections of a Hand Loom-Weaver

Doomed to tread this path of dread

Giddy whirls inside my head

Hollow voices draped in the night

Face of sin burning bright

To wonder alone in haunted deeps

Forever clad in shrouds of sleep

Part human, part despair

Lost in blood & cold warfare

Vampire gods in unblessed graves

Shadow brimming, unholy slaves

God makers, schemers all

Smiling clay, gibberish

Out to lunch, blind & mute

Deaf & dumb, talking shit

Wilted roses, wrinkled hand

Holy men in sunless towers

Open bible, dripping woe

From deceit lies will grow

My journey ends, this is it

Lower me down into this pit

Eternal sleep beckons me

Solitude, in eternity

Cracking mirror, empty glare

My reflection, everywhere

Overhear, over there

All I am, beyond repair

I am gone, obliterated

I am done, decimated

I am dead, eradicated

Fuck you, fuck me

Fuck everybody