Lyrics

Carved from crumbling walls Painted black with feathers of hope Gold leaves strangling the neck You snatch the souls from the jaws of death As the sound of your shaking breath Slowly quivers down the backbone Dark bird shadows nourished by your own People's fears solemnly rise in the distance Corpses to the jackles buried in the mud Rotting black colours of decaying limbs Corpses to the jackles lowered in the dust Rotting stench seeping into the nostrils He whose heart is heavy with sin Feeding on Corpses He whose heart is heavy with sin Shall be ripped to pieces You weigh the scales for the dead In desperate search for eternity Scavengers or guardians of hope ? How (actually) pure is your heart ?