Bitter Seed — Cemetary

In fear you run As silence shuts its doors It came undone Now the poison gently pours

And you will hear no laughter Until that serpents feeds And what you'll sow hereafter Shall be only bitter seed

Sweet lusts of pain The venom in thin disguise Against the grain Now the silence won't ease the cries

Dark are the pleasures spi forth from fire Breathing down you neck like razors of desire