Darkend - The Three Ghouls Buried At Golgotha

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Corpse of care
Warmly Enshrouded in a dank drape of trust
Abandoned and frail, so dyed and obscure,
Livid haggard with wounds of orship antique,
Swallow the thorns while I move back the stone
Cold corpse of mercy, death-cold corpse of mercy

Undone. Unspoken. Untouched and unloved
From a slack sea of rot and through veins of betrayal
With eyes buried deep
Unheard and unseen
Corpse of forgiveness
Unheard and unseen

Six cries the eyes and three bleed the poisoned mouths

Then spiders in numbers, they mantle the night
With a luminescent web of unearthly disease
While rhymes of thick sorrow entangle the stars
Desecrating the wet rocks
Lurking and waiting
Megiddian darkness
Lurking and whirling

Great, so great! Great is the roar
The ossarium burnt gates down the cruciform ground
Where one and triune I dwell

Our charnel’s the Fire
Our charnel’s the Lighting Bolt
Hark to the Temple Below!
Hark to the Temple Below!

Ghoul... ghoul... ghoul of contempt
Teeth after teeth in the breastbone of heed
Through a fractured skull dressed in wrath penitent
Devour recollections, ghoul of resent
Devour recollections and devour innocence

Undone. Unspoken. Untouched and unloved
From a slack sea of rot and through veins of betrayal
With ragged putrid flesh
Ether and dirt
Ghoul of indifference
Ether and dirt

Hallowed ground and sacred sand
Bury me. Bury me.
Through ashen soil and mashed bones
Bury me. To breathe

Once again there, where these trees stand dead
Hallowed ground and sacred sand
Bury me.

Serenity, what a word such tormented
Maligned and deformed
The beauty that sharp cracks down
Even if for one last time

Our charnel’s the Fire
Our charnel’s the Lighting Bolt
Hark to the Temple Below!
Hark to the Temple Below!

What’s dead
Shall live again.