the din of the mourning roaring in tongues rattles every organ no sound escapes the sky as cathedral never unheard screams bleach the skin make ghosts of fears bodies stacked high to defend the pale scavengers appear to pick apart the bones feasting in the mountain of horror scavengers, they wait they glower at the thrones together in their isolation sever now your reason, abandon all your sight so lost to tales, all logic fails and ignorance commands your fealty blind leading blind dead commands the live children howl while elders scowl and flesh is carved to stave off decay from the shadows, the preachers call vomiting doomed condemnation on all bold declarations, the vision of paul first sight reveals that their lies are failures i praise the end! i praise the end! barred the gates panic reigns your cries the only lamentation scavengers appear to pick apart the bones feasting in the mountain of horror scavengers, they wait they glower at the thrones together in their isolation torrents and torrents of shit the din of the mourning suffer worthless in life, hopeless endeavor wasted nothing remembered, death as in life shameless every single word is a weapon against yourselves injured always the victim, never to blame bleeding hemorrhage together, dig at your wounds dying every failing a reflection of your stagnation wasted worthless bleeding i fear the mournings call failure scars silently corrupt we wait too long forever we wait too long for life we wait too long forever now the time for change has long since died the end of every joy we are our own undoing i praise the end! i praise the end! youve barred the gates as panic reigns last breath unmourned and unheard
scavenger, glower, praise, wait, mourning