Rest on the stone.
With restless bones.
They twist and writhe.
A tithe in blood.
An unholy flood.
All eyes are on you.
The teeth of the willing.
They fall and shatter.
The sky turns dark and hopelessly sour.
Swelling and cracking with endless power.
Crushed by the weight of the soil you stand upon.
The tithe in blood will go on and on.
Dance in the brine, simmer and boil.
A waltz to the death off the mortal coil.
With coin in hand you soon ignite.
Taken from us, swallowed in light.
Crushed by the weight of the soil you stand on.
An unholy flood.
The tithe in blood will go on and on.
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