The Hanging Tree

Enveloped by the black wings of Satan
 Found lain beneath the carrion cross
 The tattered remnants of scripture, marred with blood
 A shrine that ruptures all that is holy
 The devil's claws caress divine graves
 Cling to the mouth of the abyss
 Before impiety drags her down
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 The mist is descending
 Upon the boughs of that cursed old tree
 The winds of winter lamenting
 Death awaits by the council's decree
 By the light of the moon
 This pallid portrait of death
 Suffer the view from the noose
 With one last breath
 Tighten the cord of demise
 Callously raised to the sky
 In violent perdition you'll dwell
 Fucked in the fires of hell
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 Her spirit benighted
 The din of the flock as they circle the tree
 Final rites are recited
 Rid the spirit and set the dead free
 By the light of the moon
 This pallid portrait of death
 Suffer the view from the noose
 With one last breath
 Tighten the cord of demise
 Callously raised to the sky
 In violent perdition you'll dwell
 Fucked in the fires of hell
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 The pendulous vessel resigns
 As the soul drifts infernal
 Harken to powerful forces maligned
 And suffer eternally
 Echoes ring out from the void
 From the sin-ridden temple
 The ruins of sanctity fucking destroyed
 By the devil's apostasy