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
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
Shedding armour, unfurled wings
Failing, alone
Hail desolation
