The Hanging Tree

Enveloped by the black wings of Satan Found lain beneath the carrion cross The tattered remnants of scripture, marred with blood A shrine that ruptures all that is holy The devil’s claws caress divine graves Cling to the mouth of the abyss Before impiety drags her down The mist is descending Upon the boughs of that cursed old tree The Winds of winter lamenting Death awaits by the council's decree By the light of the moon This pallid portrait of death Suffer the view from the noose With one last breath Tighten the cord of demise Callously raised to the sky In violent perdition you’ll dwell Fucked in the fires of hell Her spirit benighted The din of the flock as they circle the tree Final rites are recited Rid the spirit and set the dead free By the light of the moon This pallid portrait of death Suffer the view from the noose With one last breath Tighten the cord of demise Callously raised to the sky In violent perdition you’ll dwell Fucked in the fires of hell The pendulous vessel resigns While the soul drifts infernal Harken to powerful forces maligned And Suffer eternally Echoes ring out from the void From the sin-ridden temple The ruins of sanctity fucking destroyed By the devil’s apostasy