Lyrics Harvest Pyre - Abbath

Harvest Pyre

Pyre!
I am the ruin of all a squint can dim survey
I am the dearth of hopes' dystopic cowl dismay
I cast the baubles through rapine my fortune ill-acquired
Upon the flames rent the night deny the trinkets vice desired
I squander riches lay the bitches lust a jaded spray
I dream of nightmares conjure monsters sip decay
From breast of goddess milk the darkness blood a dulling wine
I angle sideways path a blind maze defy the scythe of time
Tap the jugular bleed the vampire
Tar the slime pit surf quagmire
Heal cadaver harvest pyre (Raw Wound!)
Pyre!
I trawled the aether sweating reefer
Sole belief I’m beneath her
Glow decrease her in abyss deep
I unsheath her like a reaper
Tap the jugular bleed the vampire
Tar the slime pit surf quagmire
Heal cadaver harvest pyre (Raw Wound!)
Pyre!
(Raw Wound!)
Reap Ripe Raw Wound!