No more honey
Blackened lungs
So choked in coal
My muscles thin and gone
Like Silus in the cellar mine
Just picking at my skull
Atrophied and thinning
Feed him soup
With bitter limbs
I climb up in the silo
And disintegrate again
No more honey
A sacrifice to Astaroth
My blood to feed your soul
Dripping from a gaping wound
The virgin Mary's hole
Sins complete my melodies
To rise above the flames
Like smoke rings warned the Indians
That death was on its way
No more honey
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