Yeah im burning up, turn into an ashpile

Always burning up, call me lord ashpile

Echos in the field scarecrows sway

Creeping up on you, with my guts blade

Taking your life, while you screaming ‘save me’

Put your face on a carton like the 80s

Bodies in the dirt, yeah I walk with the dead

Smoke in my lungs, got a cloud in my head

Cold steel grip when the night turns vile

Footsteps echo, but the path too wild

Sigils on the floor, all the symbols defiled

ChantIng from the dark where the bodies compile

Ash rains down, can’t wash it away

Eyes stay twitchin, but my shot still straight

Ran out of bullets, switching to my twinblade

Lantern in the fog, cut a hole through the shade

Flames lick the bones, burning slow in denial

No soul left just a cursed exile

Yeah im burning up, turn into an ashpile

Always burning up, call me lord ashpile