Deathspell Omega - Scorpions & Drought

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There I stand, in a wood of trees pale as if bones
Eroded by nefarious winds
Haunted by their barking echoes
Were doubts to arise that God retreats slowly from this world
Which until now renewed itself with every dawn
Nurtured by holy breath:
Behold those mountains
The rocks of which turn to ghosts
And those roots petrified in thirst
Vainly defying the opaque silence of hollow rivers
And bury your doubts in a profane grave
The greatest proof of justice and mercy
God’s supreme goodness
And his loving caress
Inhabit these abrasive pillars of dust
The black veil at the horizon
Soon to hush in velvet silence
Your daughter’s last breath
Crowning you the depositary
Of ten thousand indignities:
The eminent king of a world in dismay
Every singularity is filed down
By this continuous ochre stream
The only memory and existence
Those you cherished ever had
And ever could have
The memory of the heart
Is overcome by the drought of the heart:
A desert with no life but scorpions
Coming as a swarm, as a flood
With an abundance of deadly stings…
One for every remembrance
One for every comforting echo of the past
For blithe days of hope turned sour