This figure has no human face
There are holes where eyes should be placed
The worms must loathe this carrion
As it forgot to find the last resting-place
Fingers of the dead search for the dust
That has just been the cure for the crumbling ghost
A pinch of this dust should make him live
But now it’s just keeping death in his soul
Confusing the pulse of rotting veins
With the heart beat in his hollow breast
Shivering with cold in his torn rags
He can’t see him losing the warm blood
He needs no light in this gloomy vault
The emptiness of eye pits shows better the way
The blood will flow through putrefying veins
And turn into the same decomposing substance
The eternal process of returning flesh to the ground
The liquid substance has poured the glass
It draws the pattern of his awful coming death
But he won’t see this terrifying scene
The glass has been emptied
And the essence brings him the taste of life
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Bjarm Lyrics – Forgotten Quietus