Unfurl my wings and spread the sickness. A stench of sorrow that makes me ascend.
With God so long gone, I do what I can, and I'll burn the whole world until it eats from my hand.
You pray in vain, a knife in your face. Sing me your song while I help you ascend a stair of bone
To your everlasting home.
Born in the mire, suckled on dread. You named the nameless, raised it up from the dead.
A life so fragile, crimson thread, weed in the desert, king of the damned, prince of the dead.
(horror my hymnal, songs of the end, thrive on the fault line, drag you back in)
Turn your gaze into the east, there's a comet crossing the sky.
A nameless dread, horizon glowing red tricks your eyes into seeing sunrise.
Gulp the air and drink the scent of your final hours alive.
A brittle bird crushed inside a fist, a fading dream of flight.
Follow life until its end, just a well that's waiting to dry.
Pass a finger through the flame, pull it back unscathed.
Build your mandala of hope, it's the cruelest joke of our time.
(the way is fear, swallowed in despair, consuming you from inside)
My name is dread.