Blessed Through Misery - Dååth

Trained perversion

On whose back we ride

Peace through misery

Gibbous hunchback

Harmful vision

Scabbing over your eyes!

Blessed through misery

Blessed our castle to shame

Whose opinion nullifies

Thoughts from the brain

Pervert!

Decaying evidence…

Lust!

Unmeasured/sent down/under me

Put on/the garments of disease

Sent out to breed…

Lay down on me/with your somber dream

Lost/souls they seek/undead company

Ripe from rot/intangibly

The dead shall pave/the way from here/beyond

Fill their mouths/with dirt

Uncircumcised/of lips/that have no voice

Compassion is grounded/our face turned in shame

Of course they’ll give it to me/a person of disease…