Carrion Sky Lyrics

Cry "Havoc," cry

Let slip the dogs of war

Foul deed shall smell above the soil

With carrion men, groaning for burial

Wet the earth o' cursed foil

Blood o'er carrion sky

Lo' desert dry

Made damp by rains of stench

Falling low made soil foul decay

What kneeling bent, pleading the horror's end

Falling ill o' plagued rivers way

Blood o' the carrion sky

Round the decay nothing here remains

Stone still the fear of what covers these lands

Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair

Collosal wreck, lone, lifeless, stretched death

What kissed the sky left sat in lonesome wane;

Now still and cold, stretched in stoic stand

What eyes may blink through dusted air;

Yet settled in to see the coming rest

Ending steps abound. Weary, frail, and lame

Final visage of what once stood command

Gaze upon the forgone passions laid bare

Lost to rot, against the dirt of final breath