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