Chow
In winter time they come to take their flesh
A crimson surge through the abyssal deep
Hauled up on hooks and seeping
Seeping fresh
The moaning waters waver with defeat
As lukewarm meat returns its rushing hole
Branded a decay through spiralled sweat
Those dog-meat dreams of stale seas churning cold
Snatch at us
Snatch at us to relent
So many ancient memories drowned in foam
The weight of blood beneath a coral tomb
So many primal whispers flensed to bone
The end has come
The end has come so soon
In winter time they come to take their flesh
A crimson surge through the abyssal deep
Hauled up on hooks and seeping
Seeping fresh
The moaning waters waver with defeat
So many memories in a last deep dive
They danced for a day in the clean tide's care
With the chemical twitch and its scum-shiver slag
With the tearing of the rope
And the rusted engine's drag
Still buried beyond air
In winter time they come to take their flesh
A crimson surge through the abyssal deep
Hauled up on hooks and seeping
Seeping fresh
The moaning waters waver with defeat
So many ancient memories drowned in foam
The weight of blood beneath a coral tomb
So many primal whispers flensed to bone
The end has come
The end has come so soon
The end has come
The end has come so soon
Across the ice
Before a redder moon
A crimson surge through the abyssal deep
Hauled up on hooks and seeping
Seeping fresh
The moaning waters waver with defeat
As lukewarm meat returns its rushing hole
Branded a decay through spiralled sweat
Those dog-meat dreams of stale seas churning cold
Snatch at us
Snatch at us to relent
So many ancient memories drowned in foam
The weight of blood beneath a coral tomb
So many primal whispers flensed to bone
The end has come
The end has come so soon
In winter time they come to take their flesh
A crimson surge through the abyssal deep
Hauled up on hooks and seeping
Seeping fresh
The moaning waters waver with defeat
So many memories in a last deep dive
They danced for a day in the clean tide's care
With the chemical twitch and its scum-shiver slag
With the tearing of the rope
And the rusted engine's drag
Still buried beyond air
In winter time they come to take their flesh
A crimson surge through the abyssal deep
Hauled up on hooks and seeping
Seeping fresh
The moaning waters waver with defeat
So many ancient memories drowned in foam
The weight of blood beneath a coral tomb
So many primal whispers flensed to bone
The end has come
The end has come so soon
The end has come
The end has come so soon
Across the ice
Before a redder moon
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