Martyr of the Soil

Journey into Despair: Unveiling the Abyss in Ulcerate's Martyr of the Soil
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Lyrics

Here we exist upon the cliff tops

Existing on the edge of a precipice

Exhausted and empty

Weary and drained

Sneering into the darkness below

Contemptuously gazing into the abyss

Wet palms, coppery and thick

Hands moist with blood, dense and viscous

Lines of red to mark our progress

Red marks symbolizing our journey

But to what end?

Questioning the purpose or outcome

We are a part of this plague

Acknowledging our participation in a destructive force

Unclean and nai"ve we climb upon the cross

Impure and inexperienced, ascending the crucifix

To be crowned?

Aspiring to be recognized or honored

This will deaden all but the brightest lights

This choice will numb everything except the most intense lights

And I personify the black i am despair

Identifying with darkness and hopelessness

The futility and the frustration

Expressing the sense of pointlessness and frustration

These two hands make liars of us all

Hands implicated in deception and untruths

Denial and disaster are mine

Claiming ownership of denial and catastrophe

Step up to the gallows, defeated and lost

Approaching defeat and feeling lost

Fall away

Descending or fading away

Resign yourself to this faithless leap

Accepting a faithless plunge

For there can be no half measures

Emphasizing the necessity of complete commitment

And the noose is already around our necks

Already entangled in the inevitability of consequences

Jerk awake with the revelation

Awakening abruptly to a profound realization

And dangle above the maggots

Suspended above decay and decomposition

The twine exists as the separator

Highlighting the thread as a divider or separator

Through suffocation and sodden eyes

Through lack of air and tear-filled eyes

She will not hold

A feminine entity refusing to support

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