Tomb With a View
Knock three times at the entrance to the graveyard
Salutations to the Skeleton Saint
Three coins at the gate for the Black Hound
The Keeper of the Grave Mounds
Pour out liquor on the thirsty earth
Black, white, and red
Shadows crawl out at the calling
with the promise of being fed...
A flash in the grim silence
The scent of gunpowder and fresh blood
The hungry dead roused to violence
as vital wines mingle with the mud
Wormwood fumes, aloft the form
Vaporous shapes limned in smoke
Souls ripped from the guts of worms
to flesh the ghost evoked
The blood of enemies is the blood of sacrifice
Black cats with your hair fed
A crooked moon reflected in a reddened knife
Your life an offering to the dead!
Oh, how I hate you
These words I speak in cursed string
to bind about your wretched soul
until the rot sets in...
Exsurgent Mortui et ad me veniunt!
Welcome to your grave
The place prepared for you
In life my foe, in death my slave
Locked in a tomb with a view...
Oh, how I hate you
A rotten seed, a bloated corpse that grew
I harvest your soul, nevermore to sleep
Locked in a tomb with a view.
Salutations to the Skeleton Saint
Three coins at the gate for the Black Hound
The Keeper of the Grave Mounds
Pour out liquor on the thirsty earth
Black, white, and red
Shadows crawl out at the calling
with the promise of being fed...
A flash in the grim silence
The scent of gunpowder and fresh blood
The hungry dead roused to violence
as vital wines mingle with the mud
Wormwood fumes, aloft the form
Vaporous shapes limned in smoke
Souls ripped from the guts of worms
to flesh the ghost evoked
The blood of enemies is the blood of sacrifice
Black cats with your hair fed
A crooked moon reflected in a reddened knife
Your life an offering to the dead!
Oh, how I hate you
These words I speak in cursed string
to bind about your wretched soul
until the rot sets in...
Exsurgent Mortui et ad me veniunt!
Welcome to your grave
The place prepared for you
In life my foe, in death my slave
Locked in a tomb with a view...
Oh, how I hate you
A rotten seed, a bloated corpse that grew
I harvest your soul, nevermore to sleep
Locked in a tomb with a view.
Credits
Writer(s): Joel Bradley, Rikki Corbett, Ryan Van Miert, Ryley Hall
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