"Harvest Pyre" lyrics

I am the ruin of all a squint can dim survey
I am the dearth of hope's dystopic cowl dismay
I cast the baubles through rapine my fortune, ill-acquired
Upon the flames, rent the night, deny the trinkets vice desired

I squander riches, lay the bitches, lust a jaded spray
Dream of nightmares, conjure monsters, sip decay
From breast of goddess milk, the darkness blood, a dulling wine
I angle sideways, path a blind maze, defy the scythe of time

Tap the jugular, bleed the vampire
Tar the slime pit surf quagmire
Heal cadaver, harvest pyre (Raw wound!)
Pyre

I trawled the aether, sweating reefer
Sole belief I'm beneath her
Glow decrease her in abyss deep
I unsheath her like a reaper

Tap the jugular, bleed the vampire
Tar the slime pit surf quagmire
Heal cadaver, harvest pyre (Raw wound!)
Pyre (Raw wound!)