Coffin Fodder
The time has comeTo rise againFreedom lift thy sewered hemFree from beasts and skewered men
My dreams unrollTen thousand foldTheir world will never take meThey will never desecrate my soul
The stars I have graspedAre so far lonely constellationsAnd wishing on those starsMy spirit bars annihilation
From earthen miseriesHosts of most fell forms of greedGhosts of pearly gate remissions
Forever haunting meSlit the witch and watch him bleedAs with any inquisition
Lying from the startThe preachers piled their craftScoffing elder gloriesAnd dying, I departTo make their sunken heartsA coffin for their stories
The time is pastThe falter whenFreedom slips my sombre penAnd the gates to wolves break open then
My feelings maySeem constant preyBut claws no more will rake meThose whores have fled to darker days
Above and beyondI have wronged in my positionBut now the winds are strongTo soar from Babel's vision
Of cutthroat jealousiesDock to dock these mongrels breedDogs of fogged derision
Pacing, soon to beBack to pack mentalityWhen my killing moon is risen
Trying from the startThese creatures of the darkWere quaffing morning gloriesAnd dying, I departTo make their drunken heartsA coffin for their stories
Innovation in ovationImagination stirs
Somewhere the dusk is liningRed the shore of a roaring seaAnd though loved there is someone piningFor the waves of blood to run and rescue me:
The time has comeTo rise againFreedom lift thy sewered hemFree from beasts and skewered men
My dreams unrollTen thousand foldTheir world will never take meThey will never desecrate my soul
Their world will never break meThey will never desecrate my soul