Our Bodies laying beneath the howling stars,
Beyond submission to the silence of Death,
They Shall Invoke the shadows of light,
To inhale the deapths of the night sky.

No Church shall bale our dark hearts,
No happiness will set us free,
One key for Safest path,
Nailed to the burnt crest of faith.

Opened coffins laying in a row,
One by one Twisted And Tourmented,
Bodies Burnt, Desicesed, hollow,

© Jake Rogers