Scáth Na Déithe - Virulent Providence, Pt. 1

Na prátaí dubha do dhein ár gcomharsana a scaipeadh orainn, Do chuir sa phoorhouse iad is anonn thar farraige; I Reilig an tSléibhe tá na céadta acu treascartha Is uaisle na bFflaitheas go ngabhaid a bpáirt” Wearing fatigue Pouring all to the parched soil Atrophy of enfeebled host Voiceless witness upon carve of earth Torturous suffering encompassed by terror From lifeless pit Plummet through the trepidation of the nearly dead Howl from false bottom coffins Crash upon bloated rotting mass Summon fresh miasma Send men of death Fleeing from ravenous foramen of soil Following unwilling that repulsive herald Guiding hand of starving wretch Repressed obliteration Oh guiding hand Repressed obliteration Clamour from swarming chaos Crooked shoulders of youth blistered and bleeding Hollow visions of hopeless acts Pointed hate hangs ever rusted upon spectral enforcer Endlessly piercing ruthless underling Eternal memento of cruelty The labour of the newly widowed Obscured through neglected glass Severing sinew from fingertips Silent home convulses with exertion The travail of bedside grave digging Malignant foundation of the workhouse Morbidly mirrored in burdensome toil Witness virulent providence Empty table gorged of faith Devoted consuming canvas Tá ocras ina chroí Holy only in words They pass heedless pullulating piles of stone Meekly the roofless homes While festering evidence decays at the door Teeth stained green The sickly greeting of revenant martyrdom Life consuming life in the dearth of spirit Any horror of unliving Cannot eclipse this hollow agony of prolonged dying Rancid flesh carried on broken backs A thankful plummet to the pit Suffer the consequence of rule Starved colony feeds gorged empire Repulsive herald contented and gleaming A voiceless litany of loss