Entercism - Rose Funeral

The sick twisted visions

Of horrid transitions

To the ones who raise witches

Or slice open the rest

The prophecies stand still

As the children turn ill

Upon the dark night

The dead’s blood will rest

The wind in the trees

A rotted stench in the breeze

You pray to thee

And the answer is me

It tortures for thrills

It enters with chills

You’re clinging for life

Then your blood spills

My face is becoming so clear

Now your skin’s burning from

Constriction of fear

Into the night

I’m composing a spree

I enter your soul

When clocks strike 3:33

I raise up from the dead

I begin to pull

Down into your bed

As you scream for life

That you never had

I am in you now

I am all you have

I am in you

And there’s nothing you can do now

It tortures for thrills

It enters with chills

You’re clinging for life

Then your blood spills

I feel the wind has spoken to me

And this night is calling for thee

Into the depths I yearn for you

A cross waved by burning through

You can feel me me

I can hear you

You can’t touch me

I will torture you

I am in you

And there’s nothing you can do now

Reaching our for me

You cry for sympathy

Holy water rains down on you

Your blood is tossed and strewed