Coffin Fit Lyrics

A royal grimness a call to arms, call off the dogs they'll take you down
Do people still live this? As the moon hangs low, cover your tracks and place your bets....Crawling master, salacious moan, three weeks after she came home...
A royal grimness a call to arms. Just say your prayers as they take you down...
And you still dream of this poison veil, drink it down deep and place your bets
Crawling master, salacious moan, three weeks after she came home...
Calling all spirits heading this way, is nothing sacred and what did they say? Keep them at arm's length and they stay away, is nothing sacred and what did they say?
What happens in hell stays in hell, feed them your flesh or hand them your soul, deny the night and carve a new day, is nothing sacred and what did they say?
Hang from your feet like a bat in a cave, go home dead and wake in the day
Lacking in iron your blood is like clay, nothing sacred and what did they say?