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