Deathspell Omega - The Fires of Frustration

Kishore Kumar Hits — Deathspell Omega - The Fires of Frustration lyrics

Artist: Deathspell Omega

album: The Furnaces of Palingenesia

Hear our voices, all of you,
Men of resentment; whose stomachs and souls are aflame
With the poisonous hatred of impotence;
You whom have been wronged again and again;
Wiping your face clean, day after day,
From the spit of those sitting unjustifiably above you
We will grant you freedom from freedom
We will burn and not explain, and this will feel ecstatic
As thou cometh unto us,
We shall ease your sense of frustration and isolation:
From your mouths will flow endless rivers of black bile,
You will regurgitate the quintessence of failure and,
In the depths of the night,
Feel the warmth of equity recovering your shivering body
Your longing for flames engulfing the desirable things of yore
And the drowning of the successful in crimson oceans are tainted
By the aching premonition that your marches to the cries of all or
Nothing at all
Will, of course, yield the latter for you
We are to arm and turn all of you
Into the expendable hounds of our Order
We will grant you freedom from freedom
Together, we will burn and not explain, and this will feel ecstatic
We will give you just enough of a taste of paradise
To feed your insatisfaction and turn you into feral dogs.
There's a grave at the other end of this metanoia,
A grave large enough for your former and future self
O hound,
Feral dog.
We shall grant you freedom from freedom,
Relief from frustration

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