Strangled daylight fading
soon I'll crawl out
To whisper to the bones
I've scattered about
Arranging the bones
The bones on the moor
Seeds of the doomed
So perfect they are
We draw closer every time
when we speak
They want others
like them to be complete
Arranging the bones
The bones on the moor
Seeds of the doomed
So perfect they are
Lead Cutler
Below the ground
when the sun is high
In solitude I deconstruct my prize
I chew the mangled meat
right off the bone
In the darkness down here all alone
Skeletal sockets peering
out through the mist
Sun bleached fingers point
while the stale winds hiss
Arranging the bones
The bones on the moor
Seeds of the doomed
So perfect they are
Lead Coralles
I've stripped the pieces
from their counterparts
Nocturnal placement as a work of art
This place is mine
nobody else comes here
If they do they'll only disappear