Frames Of Reference - The Red Death

Devoid of life

The derivation

Of modern humans

A milignant cancer

I am the lord of silence

My body shrouds the night blue sky

Who makes the gods and death

I adore thee

I am the ending of the words

Tremble before me

Death is the seed from which I grow

Remove my flesh

I adore thee

Reveal my soul

I adore thee

Darkness inside death

Never to be heard

Arms and legs frozen

Safe in heaven dead

Death is the seed from which I grow

Who makes the gods and death

I adore thee

I am the ending of the words

Tremble before me

Safe in heaven dead