Psalm of Retribution Songtext
von Sons of Perdition

A secret space and moldy bones
A wall where one shouldn't be
There's a cricket hiding in my cellar
Calling up to me

A tarp and a trowel and a broken lamp
The stentch of eternity
There's a dozen crickets in my cellar
Calling up to me

The shifting of bones and a rustle of cloth
The clatter of lime crusted teeth
There's a hundred crickets in my cellar
Calling up to me


Pray to your Maker
Absolve thee of sin
Then pray to ancestors
To all your dead kin
Pray to your mother and pray to your father
And pray to your uncle and sister and brother

Aim your prayer skyward
To Heaven on high
And cast those prayers into that cold lake of fire
And then you'll discover with your final breath
Your prayers were all futile
Unheaded by death

The scratching and scraping of fumbling claws
From the shores of Erebus' sea
There's a thousand crickets in my cellar
Calling up to me

The thud of decay with their limbs on the floor
A ragged croak summoning me
I'm going down now to the cellar
Say a prayer for me