Seeds of the Doomed - Autopsy

Strangled daylight fading, soon I’ll crawl out

To whisper to the bones I’ve scattered about

Arranging the bones

The bones on the moor

Seeds of the doomed

So perfect they are

We draw closer every time when we speak

They want others like them to be complete

Arranging the bones

The bones on the moor

Seeds of the doomed

So perfect they are

Below the ground when the sun is high

In solitude I deconstruct my prize

I chew the mangled meat right off the bone

In the darkness down here all alone

Skeletal sockets peering out through the mist

Sun bleached fingers point while the stale winds hiss

Arranging the bones

The bones on the moor

Seeds of the doomed

So perfect they are

I’ve stripped the pieces from their counterparts

Nocturnal placement as a work of art

This place is mine, nobody else comes here

If they do they’ll only disappear