The Hanging Tree Lyrics

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

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

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

The pendulous vessel resigns
While 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