Slow Death
Slow Death - Dark Days lyrics
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The dead lay rotting in their beds, On the road, piled beside their half-dug graves For now they outnumber the living And soon the living will carry the dead As the relentless Winter closes colder There is little of food and less of warmth As the cursed lay untended and thrashing in filth In the depth of the darkest days The huddle in black cold, alone or in pairs By the weakening flames of a fading fire As they await the dire marks of the curse And they shiver into the throes of deadly fever In their lonely death, in the cold dark days Empty vistas of moor and mountain Embrace this valley of burgeoning green Where amongst the silent houses The crops have gone to seed And the fould have fled the coup A door hangs ajar, beats lowly in the breeze The wood rots slowly in the swirling wind In the endless silence, every child of this place Every mother, father, friend and fiend Is cursed now with the same grim face Of sunken eye and putrid skin Shrivelled lips bare grinning teeth And in the lonely silence, there is not a soul To remember that here, there once was life