Bodies Set in Ashen Death - Infernal Coil

This form will decay

This body stripped bare holds truth, standing in stark stillness,

destined to rot, prying off this flesh

Shadows set against the dusk

Sifting through the image of emptiness, our mind poisoned with guilt infinitum

In this darkness, in times of pain

Our skin pulling us to the earth, set against the dusk of our age

Downward current, roots that grasp and tear at us

Suspended, awaiting our judgement

Crucified by time, left to drown, down to the soul, withering away in the ashes

wrought from the coil

Where does your faith lie, as we behold the overwhelming disease of selfishness?

Held by the cries of mourning, our dying world, held down and torn apart

These are the roots of the world, crossed out