Wrathage

Before The Monumental Beast

Wrathage


Deprived and hated scraps 
A slumber of intoxicated saints 
that were delivered into vacuums arms 
With great pleasure 
Evil came to show the way to the cliff 
Cruel and unpleasant story of life bound to treasured agony 
Virtues born from a pipeful of dreams 

A goat smiled back to me 
Was death to you a relief? 

Sons of darkness had no christ 
A mass at the final sunset 
We wawed farewell to a white way of deceit 
Serpents desire and lustful eyes 
I danced with the goat 
Dreamer is no longer passive 
Dreamer is no longer dead 
I knew it all 
Before the monumental beast 

Cold pain was just memory (at the gates) 
Do they know their death by name? 

Destruction passed by my eyes 
Their kingdoms were forgotten 
Those who fall beneath us are denied 
Hail to the black and obvious 
Light can't fuck you dead 
A shelter for the wrath 
I walked the fields to step on every flower. 
I did things of ignorance though I knew 

Pencils grow in hands that don't fumble 
A masquerade in empty statements 
Almighty emptiness 
See your triumph as a fall 

My eyes do gleam 
Drawn to hatred 
Agony supreme 

Call the defiance, call the lust 

Make me joyous 
As night falls 
Glory and hope 
Under the horns 
Gleaming black wings 
Escape the real 
You know how 

As night falls 
I can dream again 
There's no dawn 
Let me in 
Darkness is as real 
Call it home 
As night falls