Children of Decay
We will smother under waves
And sink to our graves
The scavengers will feast
The only marking of our wake
With our bodies strength
They will rise up on legs
And fall to those who won the race to wings
Decay (decay)
The mother who sees all her children to the grave (to the grave)
With infinite patience she waits (she waits)
For the day (for the day)
She awaits the day the rot will overtake
We will drown on dead leaves
And enjoin as we feed
The blood­thirsty branches
In their worship of the breeze
With mad dances
To insane melodies
Until the day we succumb to the weeds
Decay (decay)
The mother who sees all her children to the grave (to the grave)
With infinite patience she waits (she waits)
For the day (for the day)
She awaits the day the rot will overtake
We are the Children of Decay, and Mother loves us
We know this from the way
She tucks us in, the ground our covers
And though we grow, go separate ways, we still obey Her druthers And when we hear her call, we all go home to Mother