​bog walker

[Vincent Bennett]
Dying amongst the weeds
This bag of bones
This curse belongs to me
This bag of bones
Blood in the flowerbed
Eternal cold
The stench of the dead
Eternal cold

[Vincent Bennett]
Living among the worms
We die alone
This world no longer turns
We die alone
The blood flows from the wound
And we all rot
What did I mean to you
And we all rot eventually

[Vincent Bennett]
Rest well aside the graves
Rest well aside the graves

[Vincent Bennett]
Spikes and spires еrupt from the ground
Maggots crawl on the acrid mound
The mouth of thе world will open and swallow us
No teeth, no tongue; just nothingness
A cavernous hole with colorless spray
The screaming will stop eventually
The soil and grass are tainted with rust
My rotten bloodlust

[Sam Sawyer]
Insects crawl over eyes and teeth
Rotten dirt and rotten leaves
Bodies writhe under the soil
Not long for this mortal coil
Drying blood covers logs like moss
We met our fate at any cost
Rotting meat for rotting dogs
The planet's problems have been solved

[Vincent Bennett]
Rest well aside the graves
Fed to the worms

[Spoken word interlude]
Nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing
Nothing
Cold and wet, but it burns
Sucking life out of everything
It came down in the rock, it lives in the well
It grew down there, poisoning everything, changing everything
Into something like the world it came from
Into what it knows
We all know it's coming but we can't get away
It's got everything that lives
They all drunk the water
It got strong, fed itself on them
It came from the stars where things ain't like they are here
It's just a color, but it burns
It sucks and it burns

[Vincent Bennett]
Harvest the blood from the crypts
Cherish the first sip
Hunted 'neath a poison moon
You live to serve the formless one

[Vincent Bennett]
I can't explain the darkness of the grave
I can't explain our mistakes

[Vincent Bennett]
I can't explain the darkness of the grave
I can't explain, explain our mistakes
I can't explain the darkness of the grave
I can't explain, we cannot be saved

[Sam Sawyer]
The flesh remembers the wrath of nature
We till the soil while the corpses spoil
Blinded by the darkness
Strangled by the vines
You'll find no peace in sunlight
The roots eclipse its shine

[Vincent Bennett]
Dying amongst the weeds
Grind the dirt into your knees
Dying amongst the weeds
No blood left for me to bleed
Dying amongst the weeds
This world will do as they please
Dying amongst the weeds
Feel the flames burning the leaves

[Vincent Bennett]
Dying amongst the weeds
Dying amongst the weeds
Dying amongst the weeds