Red Tree of Blood

Worms upon your young Within your lungs Around the gospel of your death Oh, glorious death Oh, fading breath We are your humble servants Come, mercy to none The pity is gone The axe already earned its wings Bring forth your kings Off with their limbs So, one less slug In the Red tree Of blood Gone, your branch is gone Your line undone Handful of dead seeds in dead soil Now greet the void That cursed void In which no memory can dwell Could this be hell? Must break the spell Before we're swept off by the flood Of tainted blood And barren mud So, carve your runes Into The book Of wombs Your names Into The tree Of veins Snakes dwell in your wine Around your spine Along the pillars of your faith It is too late You took the bait And now you'll take it to the grave Beyond the pale No longer slave No longer shackled to the cross The moon is lost The star is tossed So, one less god In the Red tree Of blood