Ritual - Boris The Blade

I found you floating in the shallows

Your wretched corpse bloated and half decayed

The smell of rotting entrails still lingers in my mind

You were a work of art

— A thing of beauty

I pushed your body back out to sea

Never to be seen again

You left me wandering the shorelines

Begging for your return

But you never returned

I drag their bodies to the sand and earth them into this water just for you

You were inspiration in it’s purest form

You left me wandering the shorelines

Begging for your return

You will never return