The Nameless Dark (2015) – Blood And Ashes

Through this dismal industrial landscape of old

Howl the grim and carnivorous winds,

Like freezing black lungs that exhale the decay

And the dirt of the world going down.

The bread which I ate and the wine which I drank

Were the flesh and the blood of the carrion crows

That succumbed to starvation and died a slow death

In the dirt of the world going down.

Here in the dirt of the world going down

I am writhing in spasms and throes,

Caughing blood, caughing ashes

And spitting thick phlegm of both.

The blood I am coughing is feeding the dirt,

Seeping away in the grey

And leaving a darkening trail of the past

In the dirt of the world going down.