Testo di Salt And Ash

Worms, trapped in the mud Writhing in blood Death comes for all, selfish maker The undertaker, tending God's acre Cursed to exist Lost in the mist (life as a cyst) Cursed to exist Cursed to exist Suffer then die We are sealed to our fate yet we pray at their shrines Life is anguish Wights coming from the smoking mounds Skin crawling from the screeching sounds Hands reaching from the rotten ground Drawn into the realm we're bound He watches in silence, unfettered, violence