Misericorde I – As the Flesh Falls

Foresight
Finite
Praised angels, as the flesh falls
War from within
Within

'Neath armour, this withered skin
Righteous and malignant, (malignant)
This poisoned pale
Glorious putrefaction

Pray
Gauntlets in gleam
Wielding lights and lies
Blessings of disease
Life's embrace, (blessings of disease)
Life's embrace

Malaise concealed
My shell Of denial
And dissonance
Darkest greys
Into the fray

Glancing of blades, the carbon tongues
Dance of crippled rebellion

Eyes, inflamed by light
Praised angels, as the flesh falls
War from within
Within

Life defiled
Faithless
Befouled, betrayed
Hand in hand, on hilt
Madness
Divine reason

Fleeting peace
Preordained
The struggling
Waning war cry
A painted shield
My decaying portrait
Foreseen, my limned last days
Oooh, aaah, oooh

Shedding armour, unfurled wings
Failing, alone
Hail desolation