Tarnation Fellowship
Beyond damnation’s pulse
Writhes the premise of
Sentient squalor
Draped in individualistic guise
Prohibition of the spindle
Slipping fast before the twister
Kinesis in an empty glass
The fellowship has your back
Beyond dogged ears of mischief
Trouble bonds then tempts us
Determined to please
Our morals slightly loosen their ease
All in the name of brotherhood
Draped in unifications guise
Prohibit the drivel
Masquerade the swollen parade
From lips dishonesty
Conceives the other page
When bonds of fellowship are bled
Boundaries die
When cohesion seals the dream
Unity joins the flesh
Appendages we become
Limbs hardened by tempest gloves
And in so joining
No retreat, no goodbyes
If you wander or question your sight
Tarnation will always take you back
