Pestilence & Honey Lyrics
To get more flies, Pestilence and HoneyA kindred Spirit I control your destinyWhat you smell is Fear As I cry to the HeavensTruth isn't what it seems It's what the Fool believesAll the good one's are Dead And all Guilt is relativeFor the sake of Veracity I thought I had lost it allBut these years proved otherwise So much more was takenDead eyes stare back at me His promises like Honey flowSweetness veils the rotting FleshAnd steaming Stench of thousands of GravesWhat you sense is True Evil What you smell is True FearWhat you spread is a Miasma of Flies Pestilence and HoneyEvery Headstone tells a Story Of Pestilence and Honey(and of even more flies) So pale the Pleasure so pale the PainBecause every Headstone tells a StoryAll the good one's are Dead All the good one's are Dead
Enochian Crescent Pestilence & Honey
