Chelsea Wolfe
Viscera of Men
Invidious judgements move towards an end
Scatter and splatter, the viscera of men
This circle of fire is life on a wire
A culling of hatred, again and again
Bleed until the silence
Cast them to the void
To flee the fight is violence
Their misery is joy
Bleed until the silence
Cast them to the void
To flee a fight is violence
Their misery is joy
Free, to flee
In surrender
Inside, inside
You were inclined
Bleed until the silence
Cast them to the void
To flee the fight is violence
Their misery is joy
Inside you, never felt enough pain
But you were inclined to wonder
Inside you a war was building, in time
Bleed until the silence
Cast them to the void
To flee the fight is violence
Their misery is joy
Bleed until the silence
Cast them to the void
To flee the fight is violence
Their misery is joy
Bleed until there is silence
Bleed until there is silence