Coffin Fodder Lyrics

The time has come to rise again!
Freedom lift thy sewered hem
free from beasts and skewered men.

My dreams unroll ten thousand fold!
Their world will never take me,
they will never desecrate my soul!

The stars I have grasped are
so far lonely constellations,
and wishing on those stars
my spirit bars annihilation.

From earthen miseries hosts
of most fell forms of greed,
ghosts of pearly gate remissions.

Forever haunting me, slit the
witch and watch him bleed
as with any inquisition.

Lying from the start,
The preachers piled their craft
scoffing elder glories.

And dying I depart to
make their sunken hearts
a coffin for their stories.

The time is past to falter
when freedom slips my sombre pen,
and the gates to wolves break open then.

My feelings may seem constant prey!
But claws no more will rake me,
those whores have fled to darker days.

Above and beyond
I have wronged in my position,
but now the winds are strong
to soar from Babel's vision.

Of cutthroat jealousies,
dock to dock these mongrels breed.
Dogs of fogged derision!

Pacing soon to be
back to pack mentality
when my killing moon is risen.

Trying from the start,
these creatures of the dark,
were quaffing morning glories.

And dying I depart to
make their drunken hearts
a coffin for their stories.

Innovation in ovation,
imagination stirs.

Somewhere the dusk is lining
red the shore of a roaring sea,
and though loved there's someone is pining
for the waves of blood to run and rescue me.

The time has come to rise again!
Freedom lift thy sewered hem
free from beasts and skewered men.

My dreams unroll ten thousand fold!
Their world will never take me,
they will never desecrate my soul!
Their world will never break me,
they will never desecrate my soul!