Falaise: Cauldron Of Blood

Falaise - drowning in blood

Encirclement of ignited death

Beak dripping with opprobrium

Around the atrophied arm of faith

Illuminating fire searching

For death and for home in your flesh

Retreat ! Defeat ! Blood red soil

Unrivaled ferocity in bloom

Eating ashes like bread

Raising the cauldron of blood

Fed by flames in graves of fire

With saints and prophets in bleeding ground

Beak dripping with bloodlust

Within the latent promise of death

Dead march over dead soil

The Iron Dawn is breaking through

As the fifteenth century saints

Contemplate these killing fields of red

Scorched by long-dead flames of warfare

Already knowing how to die

Falaise - life is fading glow

Dispelled to corridor of wet ash

Beak dipping with disdain

Upon the tombstone of peace and calm

Dried up guts and tainted glory

With shattered pride around shattered bones

Funeral come ! Enchant us !

The great bleeding shall re-emerge

Eating ashes like bread

Raising the cauldron of blood

Drinks mixed with vain weeping

Raising the cauldron of blood