Flesh
Stains the walls
Burned sage melts the scads of heads that line the throne room floors
The scent of ashen skin pervades and rises to the ceiling
From which dissevered arms hang and reach
Grasping hopelessly to return to life once more
All whom fix their eyes upon the faces in the halls, horrified in trance
Enclosed behind these walls we suffer without cause
And the death that swims beneath these latent floors
Lends true to the readings of the court
Condemn or commend either way there is no door to harmony
Write my fortune in the sand
And if I rise aloft the bones
Heed my warning
Bask in glory
Curled backs snap while the gears turn incessantly
The wailing and rhythmic cracking of bone overwhelms the soundscape
Enclosed behind these walls we suffer without cause
Thy nature is to howl as our skin is seared
The sound serves only to awaken the deities asleep and praying for healing
The readings of the court
Condemn or commend either way there is no door to harmony
Write my fortune in the sand
And if I rise aloft the bones
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Flesh
Stains the walls
Burned sage melts the scads of heads that line the throne room floors
The scent of ashen skin pervades and rises to the ceiling
From which dissevered arms hang and reach
Grasping hopelessly to return to life once more
All whom fix their eyes upon the faces in the halls, horrified in trance
Enclosed behind these walls we suffer without cause
And the death that swims beneath these latent floors
Lends true to the readings of the court
Condemn or commend either way there is no door to harmony
Write my fortune in the sand
And if I rise aloft the bones
Heed my warning
Bask in glory
Curled backs snap while the gears turn incessantly
The wailing and rhythmic cracking of bone overwhelms the soundscape
Enclosed behind these walls we suffer without cause
Thy nature is to howl as our skin is seared
The sound serves only to awaken the deities asleep and praying for healing
The readings of the court
Condemn or commend either way there is no door to harmony
Write my fortune in the sand
And if I rise aloft the bones
Stains the walls
Burned sage melts the scads of heads that line the throne room floors
The scent of ashen skin pervades and rises to the ceiling
From which dissevered arms hang and reach
Grasping hopelessly to return to life once more
All whom fix their eyes upon the faces in the halls, horrified in trance
Enclosed behind these walls we suffer without cause
And the death that swims beneath these latent floors
Lends true to the readings of the court
Condemn or commend either way there is no door to harmony
Write my fortune in the sand
And if I rise aloft the bones
Heed my warning
Bask in glory
Curled backs snap while the gears turn incessantly
The wailing and rhythmic cracking of bone overwhelms the soundscape
Enclosed behind these walls we suffer without cause
Thy nature is to howl as our skin is seared
The sound serves only to awaken the deities asleep and praying for healing
The readings of the court
Condemn or commend either way there is no door to harmony
Write my fortune in the sand
And if I rise aloft the bones