Nail Funeral

Behold thy crown

And succumb to the death

Born into war, I can feel the hate implanted into my heart

Behold thy crown

And succumb to the death

Born into war, I can feel the hate implanted into my heart

High on the scent of rot

The burning embers filled my mouth as the moon rose

Fog filled the air, as if suggesting life was an illusion

No eyes forced wide, the crucifix protrusion

An eon of heathens traverse a burning kingdom

Filled with despise and neglect

My arteries intersect

With a blade crafted from the nails of penance

Lay me in the flames

As I rest with the illusion

Let me die in the fire as these errors burn alone

Imprisoned in the absolution

Lay me in the flame

Let me die in the fire as these errors burn alone

A skin-scathed realm that is the unholy place below

The crown of everlasting misery bestowed

The mist impales

Everybody fucking dies alone

Lay me in the flames

As I rest with the illusion

The true punishment, we all suffer

Over and over

For ten thousand years

We all suffer

Over and over

Over and over

We all suffer

Over and over

Lay me in the flame

Let me die in the fire as these errors burn alone

A skin-scathed realm that is the unholy place below

The crown of everlasting misery bestowed

The mist impales

Everybody fucking dies alone

Everybody dies alone

Everybody dies alone

Everybody dies alone

Everybody dies alone