Bonfire Pickets Withering Lyrics

Withering Lyrics

They never sought him out to let him know
Withering, he stayed, growing
weak
As if his flesh would burn out their eyes
His voice, wrench the ears
from their heads,
And shatter their hollow skulls!
What hath he done, this
creature, unknown
In character and stance
To be inflicted with such rage
and fury?
Ah yes, to be unknown is to be frozen in
A barren vault of
loneliness.