The gates of hell are full
Of whispers of who we were
Promises ripped from vines sweet
And forgotten retribution
The wolf howls
With flowers in its mouth
Teardrops of petals
Hears no echo
Chilled in sky graves
Of fever dreams
To lay with the fallen soldiers
Dragon mountainous death
The poppy, red, red, red
Bleeds from my mouth
To rivers poisoned by
The world folded
And there it lands on the stone
Three crows and a wolf
Shadows to stars
Tears long forgotten
A line wraps around the gate
Wails of blistered souls
Fractured by life
Veins broken from hazy visions
Darling, the gates of hell are full
But you can not see the hand
Skeletal around your throat
To measure the notches of your spine
Fog is the abyss to the underworld
The roads are no longer open
All that is forgiven in death, is death revived
I will see you there