Letra de The Fires of Frustration - Deathspell Omega
Letra de canci�n de The Fires of Frustration de Deathspell Omega lyrics
Hear our voices, all of you, Men of resentment; whose stomachs and souls are aflame with the poisonous hatred of impotence; you whom have been wronged again and again; wiping your face clean, day after day, from the spit of those sitting unjustifiably above you.
We will grant you freedom from freedom.
We will burn and not explain, and this will feel ecstatic.
As thou cometh unto us, we shall ease your sense of frustration and isolation: from your mouths will flow endless rivers of black bile, you will regurgitate the quintessence of failure and, in the depths of the night, feel the warmth of equality recovering your shivering body.
Your longing for flames engulfing the desirable things of yore and the drowning of the successful in crimson oceans are tainted by the aching premonition that your marches to the cries of � all or nothing at all � will, of course, yield the latter for you.
We will feed the illusion that, by merely mastering some of your base impulses, you can aim for the world - that your failure with common affairs all but guarantees your success with the unattainable and the splendid. Your indisputable competency to direct the fortunes of the many is herewith
consecrated.
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Your longing for flames engulfing the desirable things of yore and the drowning of the successful in crimson oceans are tainted by the aching premonition that your marches to the cries of 'all or nothing at all" will, of course, yield the latter for you.
We are to arm you and turn all of you into the expendable hounds of our Order.
We will grant you freedom from freedom.
Together, we will burn and not explain, and this will feel ecstatic.
We will give you just enough of a taste of paradise to feed your insatisfaction and turn you into feral dogs. There's a grave at the other end of this metanoia, a grave large enough for your former and future self.
O hound, feral dog, we shall grant you freedom from freedom, relief from frustration.
We will grant you freedom from freedom.
We will burn and not explain, and this will feel ecstatic.
As thou cometh unto us, we shall ease your sense of frustration and isolation: from your mouths will flow endless rivers of black bile, you will regurgitate the quintessence of failure and, in the depths of the night, feel the warmth of equality recovering your shivering body.
Your longing for flames engulfing the desirable things of yore and the drowning of the successful in crimson oceans are tainted by the aching premonition that your marches to the cries of � all or nothing at all � will, of course, yield the latter for you.
We will feed the illusion that, by merely mastering some of your base impulses, you can aim for the world - that your failure with common affairs all but guarantees your success with the unattainable and the splendid. Your indisputable competency to direct the fortunes of the many is herewith
consecrated.
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/the-fires-of-frustration-deathspell-omega.php
Your longing for flames engulfing the desirable things of yore and the drowning of the successful in crimson oceans are tainted by the aching premonition that your marches to the cries of 'all or nothing at all" will, of course, yield the latter for you.
We are to arm you and turn all of you into the expendable hounds of our Order.
We will grant you freedom from freedom.
Together, we will burn and not explain, and this will feel ecstatic.
We will give you just enough of a taste of paradise to feed your insatisfaction and turn you into feral dogs. There's a grave at the other end of this metanoia, a grave large enough for your former and future self.
O hound, feral dog, we shall grant you freedom from freedom, relief from frustration.
