Serenade of Death

The Hunter calls the Forest God
Who dared in pride to wallow
A deaf-mute song, with no applaud
The Faun against Apollo

Through godly lyre he dies skinned
Dark bile blood ink, his last drink

It seems long ago
When his fine notes deranged the maids
Dancing till night fades
Now mere, tale of woe
Spell casting words have sealed his breath
I mourn a serenade of death

Hysteria spits out of his flute
All spirits reigned by madness
Yet the Sun's voice had lеft them mute
Condemning him to darknеss

Look at him, pinned, like a moth
He hangs, stripped-off, his skin-cloth

It seems long ago
When his fine notes deranged the maids
Dancing till night fades
Now mere, tale of woe
Spell casting words have sealed his breath
I mourn a serenade of death

Serenade of Death
Serenade of death

It seems long ago
When his fine notes deranged the maids
Dancing till night fades
Now mere, tale of woe
His fount of breath has been ripped off
Shivering screams, pleading "enough"