Lyrics Approaching Grave - Crust

Approaching Grave

Your kingdom of pleasure corrupts your mind
And flesh becomes dark like rotten mess of fallen leaves
Her skin pleaded for refreshment, but it withered with her hopes for salvation
Truth is like a fresh stream that feeds the lands suffered from draught
And winds come, and they bring vultures, and they sip the stream dry,
enslaving the future with grief
Defeat feeds the flames of anger, bholding the horizon blackened from daths
Diamond tears leave your eyes. We want to know lies
Unable to accept the truth that our lives are threads in the canvas of time
We want to know lies when the last hope dies
And a weak soul departs from your earthy flesh
And a toothless mouth of grave swallows it
Approaching grave
Hear the steps of death
Approaching grave
The reaper takes its scythe, a sharp and merciless blade