Lyrics The Fires of Frustration - Deathspell Omega

The Fires of Frustration

Hear our voices, all of you, Men of resentment;
whose stomachs and souls are
aflame with the poisonous hatred of impotence;
you whom have been wronged again
and again;
wiping your face clean, day after day, from the spit of those
sitting unjustifiably above you
We will grant you freedom from freedom
We will burn and not explain, and this will feel ecstatic
As thou cometh unto us, we shall ease your sense of frustration and isolation:
from your mouths will flow endless rivers of black bile, you will regurgitate
the quintessence of failure and, in the depths of the night, feel the warmth of
equity recovering your shivering body
Your longing for flames engulfing the desirable things of yore and the drowning
of the successful in crimson oceans are tainted by the aching premonition that
your marches to the cries of «all or
Nothing at all «will, of course, yield the latter for you
We are to arm and turn all of you into the expendable hounds of our Order
We will grant you freedom from freedom
Together, we will burn and not explain, and this will feel ecstatic
We will give you just enough of a taste of paradise to feed your insatisfaction
and turn you into feral dogs.
There’s a grave at the other end of this metanoia,
a grave large enough for your former
And future self
O hound, feral dog, we shall grant you freedom from freedom, relief from
frustration