Serpentskin-Dead Congregation

Serpentskin - Dead Congregation Pieces of flesh cover this desert Cursed place that hope never reached Doglike demons sweep across the land Where only thorns grow to shape Christ's crown Rivers of blood nourish the jewels of the leper king Ribald memorial shining like fires Shadows whisper of the thing that was forever here Menial creatures swarm towards this damnation To be devoured by the beasts of light Body parts spread all around this tower Where only legends and memories live Of lust for carnal resurrection Sacrificed to feed the worms And to keep the earth warm Under this dead pile The soil is alive And skin is growing, Taking our master's final form