Descending Plague Songtext

These forgotten dreams they reek of rotting flesh
It lingers with each new breath of air
Every second it grows closer than before
Only now time is not on your side
A silent reason for an empty funeral
It haunts every layer of skin while peeled back and exposed for what it is
And huge drops of lead poured down upon her head, she's dead
Yet the cats still come out at night and the sparrows still sing in the morning
Another day passes by, another night comes along
Gun in hand, pointed and cocked