Quickened lumps of Earth,nA feast for fowls and greedy worms,nCount your sins, the Snakes within,nAn eyeless leap into the Bosom of Decay,nCold Mouth prayer,nCold Mouth prayer,nnA flash, a minute, a winter’s dust,nA choir of fingers sings of putrefaction,nCold Mouth Prayer, cold Mouth Prayer,nA smile left to rot in the Sun of Despair,nSceptre and crown must tumble downnnAnd in dust be equal made.nWithin the hollow crown keeps Death, his court.nCold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer,nFrail bubbles of breath and dying,nA mere looking-glass for the grief you fled,nThe one birthright, a painted stone of woe,nCount your wrongs, the Lord has come!nA map of Death, the Burthen of my Song,nYour name is but a call for decomposition,nShackles of Darkness in an Urn of Light,nAnd another empty lung to the sides of the pit,nCold Mouth prayer, Cold mouth prayer,nCold Mouth prayer, Cold mouth prayer,nCold Mouth prayer, Cold mouth prayer,nCold Mouth prayer, Cold mouth prayer.n