Pestilence And Honey Lyrics - Enochian Crescent

You bury your Dead too shallow 

To get more flies, Pestilence and Honey 

A kindred Spirit I control your destiny 

What you smell is Fear As I cry to the Heavens 

Truth isn't what it seems It's what the Fool believes 

All the good one's are Dead And all Guilt is relative 

For the sake of Veracity I thought I had lost it all 

But these years proved otherwise So much more was taken 

Dead eyes stare back at me His promises like Honey flow 

Sweetness veils the rotting Flesh 

And steaming Stench of thousands of Graves 

What you sense is True Evil What you smell is True Fear 

What you spread is a Miasma of Flies Pestilence and Honey 

Every Headstone tells a Story Of Pestilence and Honey 

(and of even more flies) So pale the Pleasure so pale the Pain 

Because every Headstone tells a Story 

All the good one's are Dead All the good one's are Dead