Serpentskin

Pieces of flesh cover this desert

Cursed place that hope never reached

Doglike demons sweep across the land

Where only thorns grow to shape Christ's crown

Rivers of blood nourish the jewels of the leper king

Ribald memorial shining like fires

Shadows whisper of the thing that was forever here

Menial creatures swarm towards this damnation

To be devoured by the beasts of light

Body parts spread all around this tower

Where only legends and memories live

Of lust for carnal resurrection

Sacrificed to feed the worms

And to keep the earth warm

Under this dead pile

The soil is alive

And skin is growing,

Taking our master's final form