Graveyard Postcards - Most Precious Blood

The horde from the opened earth swarm to devour

Swallow me whole, no final hour

When you call for me and I’m not to be found

Check the hiding places then check underground

Spitting out one thing to swallow another

It’s no wonder why the urge returns like hunger

When you search for me and I’m nowhere around

Don’t waste your time looking.

I’m underground

Making allies of hardship and grief

Here I lie silent beneath

With my knives I’m armed to the teeth

Gone hunting for the thief

I’m sending graveyard postcards which tell of your fear

When turned over read: «Wish you were here.»