Skull Session

Desolation and Depression
Bleak tundra of bones
Dried and destroyed by time
Cured and preserved by a prolonged winter
Of one hundred years
Barely a trace, yet the past emerges from the ice
The dust and the despair
The future and the failure

The realization of hate
SKULL SESSION
The wickedness destroyed
SKULL SESSION
Fall into the void
The temple of void
The skull session of earth
SKULL SESSION
The wickedness destroyed
SKULL SESSION
Fall into the void

Carrion the lord of birds
Falling on the filthy mess
Are you introduced
The man down there so pressured
Now don't you think affiliated competition

Meeting of the minds
In a place where you belong, dead and starring
Into each other's eyes
Blood surrounds, dried, with flies
Carrion birds circle, your only memorial
Pissed on and forgotten, eyes protrude your skull
Your only memorial

Frozen in defeat
Fossilized in failure