Wagons

Kalmath under the leafs Cradle epitaph eves
Shaking hands got it all Makes the strangest man fall
We have begun to creep Hiding stone with a weep
When you sleep something seeks Your weak flesh for the seed

Wagons move to us tonight
Start the engines of deadly jaws
Calm around the chaos smell
They will come selling trip to hell

Movement somewhere in dark Fainting glimmer o spark
Something grow behind you Along denial of truth
One fist shakes all the strings With a legs of a tin
Eye to eye’s still the law Might be last they will saw

As they birth for one
Feed the hunger with a son
While they rip your tongue
Joining mass of puppet song
So has been for ages
No-one wants to turn the page
That’s what machine is pleased
Best way to serve our bloody beast