The Wounding Lyrics

Lo, the stench of the lower world hangs low
‘Round the necks of the damned
Wrought with disease, our malnourished frames cannot Support the weight of our sickly flesh
Tormented by you and your repulsive beasts Come to claim what we have not to give
You should not be here We should not
We should not be here
What further dignities would you destroy To sate your unrelenting appetites?
This room has been stained by impurity, Tarnished by your filthy hands
Lo, you should not be here We should not be here
A blinding flash of white light dazes
As our bodies collapse to the floor
The gnashing of tooth and claw erupts Masking the snapping on sinew Sanguine sirens serenade
Assuring me this is my doing
A punishment for my impiety
My kin are unmade through violent benediction
As their screams turn to a deafening silence
I feel the briefest moment of peace washing over me
Your hold tightens and burns my skin, but you stay your hand And leave me to live with this pain
Relieve me of this torment, rend me of this cruel existence Don't walk away, don't walk away
You miserable coward
You should have fucking killed me