Cold Mouth Prayer

Quickened lumps of earth
A feast for fowls and greedy worms
Count your sins, the snakes within
An eyeless leap onto the bosom of decay

Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer

A flash, a minute, a winters dust
A choir of fingers sings of putrefaction

Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer

A smile left to rot in the Sun of despair
Sceptre and crown must tumble down and in dust be equal made
Within the hollow crown keeps death his court

Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer

Frail bubbles of breath and dying
A mere looting-glass for the grief you fled
The one birthright, a painted throne of woe
Count your wrongs, the lord has come!

A map of death, the burrhen of my song
Your name is but a fall for decomposition
Shackles of darkness in an urn of light
And another empty lung to the sides of the pit

Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer
Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer
Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer
Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer