Black Sheet Servitude - A Shrine Composed Of The Decomposing | Текст песни

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A SHRINE COMPOSED OF THE DECOMPOSING:
In tribute and remembrance
of the disfigured through dismemberment.
I'll keep a piece of you always,
So that I'll never forget.
Our time was brief but meant so much to me.
I keep the teeth near incense burning sweet.
A rope of hair to frame the photographs.
Weaved from many who've long since passed.
The bones arranged in geometric shapes.
Folds of flesh that hang like velvet drapes.
Vials of blood and countless fingernails.
A shrine composed of those who've not prevailed.
Bloodstained chains and ropes now wearing thin.
I've used them once and I'll use them again.
Rusted wire, Gags of various make.
A shrine composed of those who's lives I take.

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