Deathmoon

The cards you play are wrong The hand of death is upon you Silence in the end, a whimper Folded hand, folded hand Folded in empty I'm coming up short Choke on your oracle The witch throats her deity In me You wane, you wax In all just a failure to accept We're all on the same path to an end Accepting the intent of death This is a favour This hand you play is only to be Promiscuous This game you play charade Send yourself downward to an early fucking grave Folded hand, folded hand Folding empty hand I'm coming up short Choke on your oracle The witch throats her deity In me You wane, you wax In all just a failure to accept We're all on the same path to an end