Scarecrow - Cemetary

Passion stains the godless taste

The human eye now raped and dazed

Our marks of shame soon worn away

The spider’s trapped in a web of clay

Naked in the desert of delight

Banish the throughts into the night

Scarecrow servant of demise

Parting the honey from the flies

What’s in the veins is what to keep

Still the floods of raptures sound asleep

Visions fade and die at ease

Inferior slaves are ours to please

The last of shadows shapes the end

From mountains high it all descends

One single dagger unleash the doom

Creation falls in my closed room