Arch Cadaver - Autopsy

The arch cadaver turns around

Maggots falling from his eyes

Surveying pummeled smoldering fields

The living turned to clay they’ve met their day

No battles fought

Just a wave of his hand

Death rays and smoke trails

Wash over the land

Born created conjured spun

In webs of foul deeds undone

Footsteps crush and shock the ground

His fingers point to where you’re bound

No battles fought

Just a wave of his hand

Death rays and smoke trails

Wash over the land

His head tilts back, his throat agape

Look inside and see your fate

Bleeding stars and moons rotate

In ways that make the strong insane

No battles fought

Just a wave of his hand

Death rays and smoke trails

Wash over the land

Lidless eyes, orbs of black

Doorways to wrath

All become one

Heaped in great piles of ash