Ritual of the Rotting Bloom

Ritual of the Rotting Bloom

Veins like vines through hollow bones,
Choking life from ancient stones,
Rusted thorns that pierce the light,
Bleeding dusk through cursed twilight.

Ashen petals stain the ground,
Where the dead in roots are bound,
Eyes that burn through mold and grief,
Feeding death in cracked relief.

Ritual of the rotting bloom,
Sing me down to the earthen tomb,
Wrap my soul in blight and pain,
Let me rot in cursed domain.

Dreams that scream from soil below,
Echoes claw where shadows grow,
Hands that twist through tainted clay,
Sow the plague where hope decays.

Flesh like wax through funeral fire,
Melting grief from the devil’s choir,
Ghosts that hum through marrow deep,
Binding fate where phantoms sleep.

Ritual of the rotting bloom,
Sing me down to the earthen tomb,
Wrap my soul in blight and pain,
Let me rot in cursed domain.

Blighted roots that drain the soul,
Dreams consumed in death's control,
Bleed me through the fractured sky,
Where the roots and nightmares lie.

Cursed to bloom where shadows bled,
Fading slow through halls of dread,
Ritual chant through dusk and gloom,
Lay me down in the rotting bloom.