Blood Mosh

(Vivace e Molto Allegro) A rose for the grave, The hearse for the flower Ashes to ashes In death devoured Death awaits me Beyond tarnished gates Danse macabre Of the reprobates Necropolis still golden Our skin still sanguine All life now ceased The blood mosh of ninth circle sin I awaken the silver storm To whisk away the tattered, torn Remnants of the Scapegoats Whom the false god scorned Now turn the key To enter the domain Where the sun never rises And the trees squall in pain Surrealities in profile Silhouettes in denial Trying to crack a smile Through the looking glass’ denial Cat didn’t get the tongues Screaming out the lungs Acheron still runs What’s done has been done.