Dying Children dream of angels Vomit cakes the old mans brains While wolves tear the flesh from abandoned babies The old crone laughs in lupine delight As the shadows pierce the winter skies She licks the skulls of her dying loves Entranced she murmurs and faintly sways "Shall we dine on soup this lovely night?"

And Lady Winter so untimely Your demise Your demise

Madness has claimed me for their laughter As mice and rats look quite bemused So I cut the skin where once my ear was And fold my eyes so I dont see The children play with their dead fathers Around they twirl now with his arm And now his leg while still they sing "Shall we dine with you and newts tonight"

"Reflect in the crystal The loathing I am confined Liquids leave me like scurrying vermin at last Kiss farewell the bitter chill I pass I close my eyes to sleep in frostbite's arms"

Her crooked body sleeps in dirt and flies give warmth where she sweats And her children cuddle father's bones We fight the dogs to suckle alone As the shadows pierce the summer skies She licks the skulls of her dying loves Entranced she murmurs and faintly sways "Shall we dine on you this lovely night?"