The Red Ram

When I Have Met The End
And The Ground Closes In
Don't Tread My Earthen State
For This Beast Guards My Den

A Conflagration From His Fierce Muzzle
The Cloven Hooves Are Sharp On Edge
Horns Curl Thrice Round His Face
While Wearing Fur Colored Blood Red

He Is My Guardian
While I Rest In Peace
Above These Six Feet Of Dirt
A Ram With A Crimson Fleece

The Ovis Dalli Sanguine By
The Light Of The Moon
He Will Graze On My Rot
And Bed Down On My Burial Dune

# Split w/ GRAVEWURM (2007) #