Corpus Vitreum - Steel Coffins

Over a myriad of winters
I, haunted by howling lullabies
A burning inferno in my infantile forge
Deformed my vitreous corpus
A glowing needle of faith
Sewed shut my Eyes of doubts

A giant forge hammer in my hands
I stand guard at sun and moon
Over my rotten childhood
A layered dungeon of fear
Raised up to cliffs at my unendurable blackened sea
Out of this gaping wound they creep out
As starving maggots from a dried-out carcass

Resurrected creatures I cut in pieces
Knee-deep in their freshly skinned flesh
Frantically, incessantly I forged the iron
For thousands of coffins
Heaviest steel overloaded with their bloody bones
To exile them over the cliffs back into my blackest sea

Ignite the fire
Tend the fire
I infuriate the burning flame

Raise the hammer
Strike the hammer
I forge the iron to heaviest steel

Slay the creature
Skin the creature
I throw the bones on the steel

Fill the coffin
Exile the coffin
Over the cliffs