Carrion Spring

Troll's Toll
Fallen all the faculties, a pile on the floorthe death of an accomplice.The shame if he knew of the blood on his handshung weary and limplylike flesh on a hookand not even a soul glances at all.Memories of stillborn inceptionsare burning at the stake.Dancing aroundchoking on the ashesStumbling, fallingchoking down the ashesCollapsingsow in the soil. From Letras Mania