Death In Torment - Sear Bliss

With my haunting memories

I’m still staring into a narrowing funnel

Where bats fly

Look at my plated face

Eaten by rain and rust

Washed by a blye glacial torrent

My shadow is pinned against a sweating wall

With all the immensity of feelings in my heart

No one could satisfy my excessive thirst for blood

My carnal lust for the incarnadine

I step onto the freshly frozen snow

You’ll not see my footsteps to follow

I’m the hay in the mass of green grasses

I’ve seen everything from dark to blazing bright

I strike down with the power of falling stones

I see you lying in the heat of the sun

Your odour spread in the air

A scent beloved by vultures