Throne of Bones

Soul reaving Boatman, Death, Grim
My name's the one you fear to speak
Cloaked I covet deceased, I weep
For those of whom bound to my throne
All I seek is a heart of my own

Yearning the depths of sweet love
Yet I'm as misunderstood as one could
Cast out, spat down from above

Power, corruption and greed
Controlling the minds of the weak
The so called elite, each fall to my feet, enthralled, yearning to please
As I weep

As I weep

How to free from this throne of bones, lost alone, heartbeat of my own

Listen dear grim to my plea
Of your mercy I'm worthy you see
To be free of immortality you need only surrender thy scythe and cloak up to me

GLORIOUS INFAMY

You assume forgiveness
Presumption looks bleak
I'll grant you thy desire forfeit your heart to fulfil the deed
To walk alone

Teething to steal the deceased
Glorious infamy, I grant thee
Be wary for the cloak holds a sin
Hollow you from within, soul-bound

Years from now peers surround
A full life lived proud
This man laid down
Bled for not fortune but kin
A life that found love lies within

Sun sets beyond cemeteries
Kin proudly stand ceremony, alas
The last one waiting for him
An old pal once him known as Grim



Credits
Writer(s): Fin Furey
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