Skeleton peers from gibbet splattered
With bird shit from a hundred rooks
See that nothing grows around?
Do you hear that gnawing sound?
Life gnaws at silver cord
Skeleton creak like branches

Dead horse pile on the side of the path
Life beaten to death, discarded
'He couldn't carry me no more
He got what he deserved'
Cruel peddler walks alone
Silken bag, broken wares
Rusted, useless, dead-end stares
A few more miles, a few more feet
Lay to rest and rot in street
No one knows him, no one cares

The vulture stalks the starving child
And croaks the praises to its god
The son stifles a smile at the
Funeral of his father
A few more coins jingle in purse
Enough to clean and shine his hearse
Bribe the witch for medicine
Or pay the priest for needless saving
Either way, Oblivion carves its mark upon them

The salamander can see only fire
The undine only waves of water
It never mattered, none of it at all
When all is slate, all is gray
Life recline behind the pall
And none were ever meant to stay
All one colour, all is hay