Cemetary - Scarecrow

Passion stains the godless taste The human eye now raped and dazed Our marks of shame soon worn away The spider's trapped an a web of clay Naked in the desert of delight Banish the thoughts into the night Scarecrow servant of demise Parting the honey from the flies What's in the veins is what to keep Stil the floods of raptures sound a sleep Visions fade and die at ease Inferior slaves are ours to please The last of shadows shapes the end From mountains high it all desscends One single dagger unleash the doom Creation falls in my closed room