Drowning Dog

The worship of inferae tombs
A communion of sycophants
How long is the line to our doom
Deceivers and lying chants
And goddamn you
You’re the shadows of men
And goddamn you
For it’s kill or be killed in the end
The numbers crossed lines in the sand
The pools of human rats
Their tails are twisted and tied
Eat of thy poison divine
And goddamn you
You’re the shadows of men
And goddamn you
For it’s kill or be killed in the end
And goddamn you
You’re the shadows of men
And goddamn you
For it’s kill or be killed in the end
The torturer slowly brought doom
Irreverent the ingrate laughed
Mendacious and full of black rants
Dark grins and knives in backs
And goddamn you
You’re the shadows of men
And goddamn you
For it’s kill or be killed in the end
Take what is given to you
Death surrounds you
Stuck low with souls for the moon
Death surrounds you
Black garbs, the hosting of two
Death surrounds you
Take what is given to you
Death surrounds you
Take what is given to you
Death surrounds you
Stuck low with souls for the moon
Death surrounds you
Death surrounds you
Death surrounds you
Death surrounds you
Death surrounds you