Hell Hath from Heavy Meta by Heavy Meta

Bones of the bastard
Laid out like clothes the night before
Lucidity of life
The cruelest cost of thought
Prophets coming up with words
Profit from the world's guffaw
Who saves the drowning baby
When the baptism goes wrong?

Slithering the writhe
Fizzling the Devil's vibe

Drag them out!
Into the streets
By the glare of torches
You'll seize them!
Binding them with chains
They'll be begging to be captured
You'll find them tooth and nail
Underground and beneath
There's no escape
From the olfaction of hounds
They are out for the scent of Hell!

Whilst clawing at Death's door remember
The hall with the light on is the darkest
You may think you have already won
But you most certainly have lost

Subconsciously surrendering
To the shallow bearing, beating hearts
To the apparitions, to the faith of art
Nothing while everything just falls apart

For the funerals that go too long
The body's waited long enough
When all you do is respect wood
You only mourn the coffin

• Metal
• Lowell