Timor Mortis

Make haste, cometh this way, insipid gollum you've made Of hellfires not to be He'll make good that you pay what sick debt whence you've amassed What terrors shall thy gallows bring, the sullen moon, it seems to sing O mother guilt, how she moves this way Who hath served her torturous maze, blind as the sheep faithfully? An interloper bred inside the gluttonous machine Coiling, ravaging, insane Despoiling, hemorrhaging, dark games Timor Mortis holds no power, we're none but skin and bone While the ache of Ignavos seizes a stranglehold A sharpened entry through spaces now exposed Awaiting the hour of mine own demise These things are of no consequence Deceiver, your heart in twain Blood will have blood and soon shall seek thee Now pretend you're strong as oak, repeat the cycle With dread you will look deep into my eyes of buckshot lead No soul shall stand as lonesomely as thee We have been double crossed Timor Mortis holds no power, we're none but skin and bone This famine vast hanging vigil Why must you speak our names? Why must it be our names? We have been double crossed And weightless as I fall A congregation gathers, the lowly maggot squall They've come to view my reverence Cursed Ignavos, shed your own Coiling Ravaging