Limb from limb
Branch and bone
From the hills
A demon awoke
Cadavers scattered
Amongst the trees
The foulest stench
Hangs on the breeze
A bloody omen
Of what's to come
Our precious lives
Will come undone
The bodies hang there as a warning
We should be fearing for our lives
Ancient hymns
Etched in stone
For our transgressions
We all must atone
Cadavers scattered
Amongst the trees
The foulest stench
Hangs on the breeze
A bloody omen
Of what's to come
Our petty lives
Will come undone
The bodies hang there as a warning
We should be fearing for our lives