Salt and Ash

Worms trapped in the mud
Writhing in blood, death comes for all
Selfish maker, the undertaker
Tending God's acre, cursed to exist

Lost in the mist
(Life as a cyst)
Cursed to exist
Cursed to exist

Ah, suffer, then die
We are sealed to our fate, yet we pray at their shrines
Life is anguish
Wights coming from the smoking mound
Skin crawling from the screeching sound
Hands reaching from the rotten ground
Drawn into the realm we're bound

Yeah
He watches in silence, unfettered violence, yeah
Yeah