Bog Walker (feat. Sam Sawyer) Lyrics

Dying amongst the weeds
This curse belongs to me
This bag of bones
Blood in the flowerbed
The stench of the dead
Eternal cold
Living among the worms
This world no longer turns
We die alone
The blood flows from the wound
What did I mean to you
And we all rot eventually
Rest well aside the graves
Spikes and spire erupt from the ground. Maggots crawl on the acrid mound
The mouth of the world will open and swallow us. No teeth, no tongue; just
Nothingness
A cavernous hole with colorless spray. The screaming will stop eventually
The soil and grass are tainted with rust. My rotten bloodlust
Insects crawl over eyes and teeth
Rotten dirt and rotten leaves. bodies writhe under the soil
Not long for this mortal coil
Drying blood covers logs like moss
We met our fate at any cost
Rotting meat for rotting dogs
The planets problems have been solved
Rest well aside the graves / fed to the worms
Harvest the blood from the crypts. Cherish the first sip
Hunted ‘neath a poison moon. You live to serve the formless one
I can't explain the darkness of the grave
I can't explain our mistakes. We cannot be saved
The flesh remembers the wrath of nature
We till the soil while the corpses spoil
Blinded by the darkness. Strangled by the vines
You'll find no peace in sunlight. The roots eclipse its shine
Grind the dirt into your knees. No blood left for me to bleed
This world will do as they please. Feel the flames burning the leaves
Dying amongst the weeds