Anopheli - The Embittered Living

Sour skies, do not excuse this! Weep upon us and wound us! We have gathered up our sadness, Cut into it with knives! We whittle away at weapons Willing our own end What has lead us here is consent, Bloody stumps where once were heads Scolding sage! Absolve us of our defiance We thought ourselves resolute In our hunt for dominion Providence! We gained a taste for your blood We wept when we had none And craved of your embrace So sick of our incompetence Rank and file we have ebbed Battered by our; Inherent rot The blackest damp It rises up With appetite