Fields of the Crucified

In the charnel land of the damned
In a child’s garden of graves
Insanity has planted
Fields of the crucified
Their heads point to the parched earth
Under vermillion skies
On each side of a blasted path
As far as the eye can see
Row upon row of crosses
Miasmic ill enshrouds
Perdition’s umber implements
Beneath black roiling clouds
To while away eternity
The godless lost bewail
Their inverted damnation
Amid the vacant graves
Their demented cacophony
Delights the fallen child
Who sowed temptation’s seeds
To watch his nurslings writhe
This is the dawn of nothingness
The dust, the dark, the gathering mass
And the scraping tread of the dead on the earth