'Neath - The Silk-Laden Whore lyrics

Feebly she fight to distinguish her name To shroud what she turned out to be A thin veil of jargon and insolence And the fool is fooled again Never will clarity bless her sight We give the attention for which we are cursed Still she who*e herself for the gla** eyes of the world And the fool is fooled again False pride she takes in feigning her quality She is nothing but the spawn of a ruined race A continuance to tainted probity A portrait of an existence without base Her antiquated sovereignty is long departed Her angelic face has now been painted old I raise the bronze chalice fill with her viscous blood God grins spitefully as she writhes beneath my hate Pure malice flows through my judgement I spurn your ideals of enlightening me My concordance with you weeps in the dimness And my timeless thoughts of timeless reprieve Who among you would have me do Nothing but die? Not long for this world as my wrath unfurls With your pain I shall abide Sow into the earth the seeds of my scorn And raise great forests of abhorrence A shoulder to cry on you'll not find here Seek your forgiveness elsewhere She screams in the furnace Nothing pleases me more Than to see an angel's wings torn from her back And devoured, the silk-laden who*e