Rotting Psalms V2

Rotting Psalms

Cursed wind through shattered bones,
Hymns that echo through gravestones,
Roots entwine the breath of fate,
Where despair and rot create.

Maggots dance on sacred ground,
Choking life where death is found,
Tongues that chant through cracked remains,
Singing doom through blood-soaked veins.

Rotting psalms from crypts below,
Sing me down where shadows grow,
Bury dreams where plague roots spread,
Cursed to dwell among the dead.

Scarlet roots that pierce the clay,
Dreams that fade and waste away,
Eyes that weep through iron scars,
Breathing grief from dying stars.

Graves that hum with haunted cries,
Veils of dust that blind the skies,
Bleeding through the cracks of time,
Curse the soul that dares to climb.

Rotting psalms from crypts below,
Sing me down where shadows grow,
Bury dreams where plague roots spread,
Cursed to dwell among the dead.

Veins like vines that choke the light,
Skins that rot in endless blight,
Blood that burns through hollow ground,
Cursing fate where sins are bound.

Fade to black where darkness hums,
Where the plague of sorrow drums,
Lay me low in wretched calm,
And drown me in these rotting psalms.