Ead-Weard

Death lay in the forest, rotting meat and jutting bone, insects claim dominion, erect a grisly throne. Death lay in the forest, Squirming disturbing dried skin, writhing mass, Life reborn within. Death lay in the forest, Blood feeds the soil, sprouting flowers, Life's eternal toil. Life lay in the forest, flora covers dry bone, Blooms overflow, Life reclaims its throne.

A little bit of Hunger and a little bit of Hate, Grinning mouths along my arms. Addiction, like a God, all we need to celebrate Perverting Life and twisting Fate Little devils, little gods, crawling in our skin Gnashing teeth and scratching within Sacrifice it all everything we don't need, everything it takes, just to feed.

Those who would oppress trampled 'neath hooves of iron gored on crown of horns

Bloodstained temple of torture and war, poisoned preachers conducting frenzy, Purity holds its light in pain! Alas a Broken Bishop killed our King, not in flesh but soul. A Viper in our pond, venom in the King's ear skin the Serpent. May the Righteous be the Victor. The crazed King fell, His crown too heavy for a head of doubt. Long live the Queen Kindly caring Queen Cold cunning Queen Beyond the bloodletting we can find hope a Dawn beyond this Night. Only Frogs will survive the Flood.