Blessed Through Misery (Daath)

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...