Unyielding Anguish – A Hill To Die Upon – letras

« Meaninglessness does not comeFrom a weariness of pain but meaninglessnessComes from a weariness of pleasure. « Slain by my own swordThe temple to myself abandonedThe religion of my life now a heresy: « lo pan! « I chased the windBut I only caught my hoofI played my fluteBut no one danced: « dance for me! « Truth is found in the lifeless deepWhere pain and anguish never retreatDespair, being mother to us allHas summoned me with her death rattle callDark and warm, black and voidThe blessed place where I am destroyedShe let me back into her wombShe let me present it was my tombHoly, holy, holy, despairBless me with anguishAnd break off my hornsHoly, holy, holy despairExalt me with sorrowAnd crown me with thornsHere I sit in the elmsSlain by my own swordThe temple to myself abandoned, the religionOf my life now a heresy: « lo pan! « I chased the windBut I only caught my hoofI played my fluteBut no one danced: « dance for me! « Death has taken me out of spiteFor my unyielding despair in lifeWhere my useless poems and songsGive no right account of all my wrongsI am the worst, blest and curstThis is silent end of my lifeWorshipping the so-called God of the knifeHoly, holy, holy