From the recording The Wretched Sounds
Lyrics
I feel nothing as the
Irreversible takes place.
Will we ever get our deliverance?
Why must this come to pass
As they bask in the dissonance?
Beckoning whatever lies beneath,
An offering amassed around the mouth of the endless deep.
Assembled to conduct the deafening sermon,
Are you all blind to this portent of ruin?
The fires distorted by unearthly tension.
Awed by the wretched sounds of upheaval afar,
I cannot fathom what’s to come after the
Din rips through the air.
Oh, they stand before me. Palms held high
To herald the Profane. Jutting peaks
Illuminate the long forgotten altar
As soil and sky align.
Engulfed in light, they harmonize.
I feel nothing as the
Irreversible takes place.
All sense of meaning cast aside
And reason gone to waste.
Will we ever get our deliverance?
Why must this come to pass
As they bask in the dissonance?
Bare witness as they coalesce.
So, it’s come to this? I feel nothing.
All sense of meaning
Cast aside and gone to waste.