Moon Funeral - Cloakroom

Condemned

Forever crawling

I’m crawling on the ground for good

This work I do detest

But I serve my purpose

Swinging my rusty blade through the night

In Satan’s service

Living off what the wilds provide me

Live a life of leisurely intrigue

I’ve heard the witches calling

A spectre howling back the stars

I walk a left-hand path

Yeah, my deeds need doing

Either way I’m alright

I’ll unwind

There is nothing to it

I’m your child I’m your black cloud baby

Live a life of leisurely intrigue