A Tiger Moths Shadow - Lo!

Old vessels for the yard

Guilt ridden and battle scarred

Nostalgic impotence

As our own children stalk us

Masterless warriors

Senile with sheathed swords

Dull dreams all burnt out

Once were gods now slumber

Usurp life pathetic

Knell in your dying church

Of thriving lies accept it accept it

Usurp life pathetic

Kneel in your dying church

Of thriving lies accept it

Here’s to your legacy

Judge me hung jury

Wardens to a sty

Dead birds fill a black sky

Usurp life pathetic

Kneel in your dying church

Of thriving lies accept it accept it

Usurp life pathetic

Kneel in your dying church

Of thriving lies accept it accept it

Here’s to your legacy

Judge me hung jury

Wardens to a sty

Dead birds fill a black sky

The constant feast left you hollow

All hail your locust Christ

His age of sorrow

He’s always been here our psychopomp

The Judas steer is one of us

Old vessels for the yard

Guilt ridden and battle scarred

Masterless warriors

Senile with sheathed swords

Dull dreams of past burnt out

Here’s to your legacy

Judge me hung jury

Wardens to a sty

Dead birds fill a black sky