Full of Hell - At The Cauldron's Bottom lyrics

God gave you the spirit of fear. Bound you soundly to the trunk of the world. It's a rudiment of your mutilation, an ancient relic in your failing heart. Illogical horror. Ma**ive hemorrhage. Harmonic silence. Where the barbs have dug in, where the nettles are latching. The wound of wounds. In the heart's clutch, held withstanding. Trumpeting ecstasy. But God gave you the spirit of fear! Bound you tightly to the trunk of this Earth. It's a rudiment of your mutilation, a broken trinket in your ailing mind. Illogical horror. Trumpets blaring. Ma**ive hemorrhage. Harmonic silence. Tepid muddied fountain swallows us with the rest of the dregs. At the cauldron's bottom, within the black vault. In an endless sea of black rote, we've lost. We've lost. Where the barbs have dug in, where the nettles are latching. The wound of wounds. We've lost, we're losing. When the trumpet sounds in ecstasy. The wound of wounds. We've lost, we're losing.