Binance

Pestilence and Honey (Enochian Crescent)

Pestilence And Honey You bury your Dead too shallow To get more flies, Pestilence and Honey A kindred Spirit I control your destiny What you smell is Fear As I cry to the Heavens Truth isn't what it seems It's what the Fool believes All the good one's are Dead And all Guilt is relative For the sake of Veracity I thought I had lost it all But these years proved otherwise So much more was taken Dead eyes stare back at me His promises like Honey flow Sweetness veils the rotting Flesh And steaming Stench of thousands of Graves What you sense is True Evil What you smell is True Fear What you spread is a Miasma of Flies Pestilence and Honey Every Headstone tells a Story Of Pestilence and Honey (and of even more flies) So pale the Pleasure so pale the Pain Because every Headstone tells a Story All the good one's are Dead All the good one's are Dead