Flesh Marionette

Upside down, the wall is watching
As the hooks enter the weaker flesh
The burn deep inside my denial
As the fruits rotten with anger of black.

Silence of eternal
Through the darkening tree
Flesh, the Bones and Fire
Through the night as we bleed.

Grey eyes of shades emerald
Little girl with masquerade of serpents
Horns of the dark jewels
As black swallows again.

Die, die, die, pain, pain.

And more they shall be still, until the Grey comes
Who shall make us perish in our pain
He shall not feed on either earth or pelf
But upon death, and on pain and plague.

It all weeps in all my thoughts and is despondent
Pain such made me that beast without peace
Which, coming on against me by degrees
Thrust me back thither where the sun us silent
While I am rushing downward to the lowland
Before mine eyes did The One present himself
Who seemed from long-continued silent hoarse
Before mine eyes did The One present himself.