The mountans
At her back
The horizon

Gnawing at her throat
Slowing the butchers you planted
Bloom and swing the blades

Fumble with the ropes
As the twilight
Takes it's place


Gaze at the witch boiling inside


Broken nails
Grip feels frail
In sheets she'll sail

Close your eyes oh friend
I'll show you how
They did you

I'll make them fail

The scorn you left her

At pleasure's door
You $#&@ing !@$(
In sheets she sails