Death Throes

The city is taken, and the house is rifled
Women are ravished, sky burns red
The mountain cleaves, the sea boils

Your flesh consumes away while you stand upon your feet
Your eyes consume away in your holes
Your tongue consumes away in your mouth
You never thought you would die in this way

Torn soul screams
Your flesh decays
No saviour will come
None shall help

I can't die, I've left many things untried