Pyre Lyrics

Too many voices in the fog



Each of them calling to his god



A harmony that sets their souls free while they rot



Tell your god he don't get my soul yet



Too many days lost in the swamp



Ancestors watching from the dark



A dream of fire, a funeral pyre will guide me home



To a nightmare of cinders and bones



Fire will guide me home!



There's no winter in this land,but time clings like frost to my icy hands



A shrine for your eyes, a feast for your teeth



Pull back the veil, find another veil underneath



He held her hand close to his face



As the last of his humanity drained into the ground



The setting sun painted the world blood red



As his mind fled back to the swamp, never to be found



Asleep in the pyre, asleep in the pyre!