All Flesh Is Grass - Legenda

The cold on your throat is my hand

Lurking in the dark, lurking in the light

I’m here to haunt you I am your fright

The marks on your skin are marks of my seed

And the pain you feel is forever breeding

And all your flesh is grass in my hands

And all the skin rots as autumn grass

The dark you see is the dark I am

I rip your heart out, I am your sandman

And all your flesh is grass in my hands

And all the skin rots as autumn grass