The Carriage Wheel Murder - Carach Angren

Next morning his corpse was found twisted, cut and broken

The way those empty eyes stared!

As if they saw the doors of Hell going open

Something bewitched returned from the ashes where she once burned

Princess of the moon

Roaming timeless gloom

Murder!

Murder!

Once sick of hatred, now frightened of these unsolved deaths

His cheating mistress and her lover passed away like rats

Now Ian’s hourglass is leaking time like a bleeding that cannot be stopped

For a lugubrious existence is craving for his teardrops and blood

Kijk mij aan zodat de duisternis in jouw ziel kan schijnen

Jouw bestaan zal als een tijdloze vloek in de dood verdwijnen

That day he’s riding through the forest as his intuition speaks: «You are being followed!»

Then the spirit attacked from the trees

It pushed his face into the spinning carriage wheels

His skull cracked open…

… and there were no more screams!