Fumes of Dying Bodies - Witch Vomit

Staring trough disorienting fog

Drawn towards lights, lights behind the darkness

Seared by chilling winds, paralyzed by eyes behind the sloshing mire

The faces, twist crying in mourning

You’ve seen them crawl trough feculent bog, and watch in misery

Joining their march endless in suffering

Drawn towards light shrouded in darkness

Crowding the dying veins filled with poisoned blood in a rotting monument

Blood spilling from their crypts

Whiff the fumes of their dying bodies…