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.