Amor Fati Lyrics

You, the would-be devourer of all but your distorted reflection
You, the candle to my howling wind

Eternal, the prickled jester
Again, the thorned fool
Held in the pillory of ages
These jeers echo forever

You, the deer before my blazing high beams
Once for good measure, then circle back 'round again

Eternal, the prickled jester
Again, the thorned fool
Held in the pillory of ages
A destiny fit for your hatred

A portrait of hideous idiocy
On a loose nail above the hearth

Your God has resigned to suicide
And granted you recurring hatred
Seed of Narcissus, banished to obscurity
In a chamber of carnival mirrors

Ageless resolve
Denier of all
Be granted flame to the coals on which you fall
Let the heavens grant no relief
Amor fati

And to all apologists
Scraping through the ashes
Searching for the melody which excuses it all
That search will go on and on
Such work will be tiring and relentless
For all time