At the Cauldron’s Bottom Full of Hell

God gave you the spirit of fear
Bound you soundly to the trunk of the world
It's a rudiment of your mutilation
An ancient relic in your failing heart

Illogical horror
Massive hemorrhage
Harmonic silence
Where the barbs have dug in, where the nettles are latching
The wound of wounds
In the heart's clutch, held withstanding

Trumpeting ecstasy
Trumpeting ecstasy
Trumpeting ecstasy
Trumpeting ecstasy

But God gave you the spirit of fear!
Bound you tightly to the trunk of this Earth
It's a rudiment of your mutilation
A broken trinket in your ailing mind

Illogical horror
Trumpets blaring
Massive hemorrhage
Harmonic silence