Snake men dance in a fiery pile
Wizards make their time worthwhile
Bodies burning in a pit
Boiling oil and sizzling spit


Body fluids and blood flows fast
Insects swarm on maiden chaste
Eyeballs staring open wide
And bones protruding from a side

People stand in a burning tree
Someone screaming helplessly
Heads are buried in the sand
A man is reaching for a skull in hand
Thorns have torn the flesh away
And two moons stole the sun today
Maggots have a holiday
And sunsets frighten worms
away


Telephones ring endlessly
Horses writhe in agony
A sterile axe, bloody bodies hacked
The king has moved into a shack

Thorns have torn the flesh away
And two moons stole the sun today
Maggots have a holiday
And sunsets frighten worms away