Finding Death from Deus Nihil by Witchden
Tracklist
| 8. | Finding Death | 6:28 |
Lyrics
The reaper cometh in a sickness slow,
a poison crept through hearth and home.
A legacy of self destruction,
always together; they were always alone.
The strangest face; that of Death.
Stranger yet; the masks it bore-
that of a helpless sadomasochist,
and parasites who gave him more.
Steps away from the doors of the morgue,
a life not wasted but never lived.
A silhouette in hues of red-
so oft did it take; unwilling to give.
A kingdom come apt adoration,
an audience of blinded fools.
Raising arms to defend their master,
their disillusion all too cruel.
Steps away from the doors of the morgue,
a life not wasted but never lived.
What a peculiar day for a funeral,
a menagerie of buried hatchets:
a flock of vultures to exhume them,
no dignity for this mortal passing.
A farewell delayed, now never spoken,
a part now lost, another awoken.
