Neglected Fields - Whatever That Tempts lyrics

From distant wave to hurricane

From secret lust to world aghast

And pain inane

Yes, chaos proliferous

Chaos spawn, grown

From serpent speech to deeds eldritch

From blow to storm

From high-raised hands to interment

And hate innate

As the plot unwinds

As these pestilent spores we imbibe

... Forever rage's becoming guide

Burn every seed-

Whatever that tempts, that enslaves,

Whatever that they've unleashed upon.

Us; another triumph of hate

Another spirit in quest

The link of wrath in a chain of scorn.

Every doubt...

Too blotesque the icon they paint

What is this substance to call it God?

The poison is vomited out,

It's a vicious art.