The Casket Of Roderic Usher کے بول

Human flesh Open earth Prepare your burial This body cold and contagious Buried with your face down You scream without sound Broken bones won't heal you Sympathy turns to laughter (prick your fingers and bleed, give the poison to me) Unearthed hands of solitude All over me Torn apart by this cold self incision So let it bleed Beware!