Uploaded December 2025 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago

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Lyrics:

Sacrament of wrath, unsung by human throats

Compulsion buried deep in miles of marrowed prayer

The future rots with promises I wrote

In veins that learned too early to despair

O sweetest bedlam, that wears my hollow face

How intimate thy violence has grown

To feel thy breath behind my ribs’ embrace

A second spine, gnawed to the bone

My every talon, sharpenened to a need

A savage yearning to make you fucking bleed



Am I the knife, or just the hand that never shakes?

Am I the vow, or only what it breaks?

What god would claim a heart so black and torn in twain?

What hell would dare to send me back again unchained?

I am the wolf, the hunger, the pain

That kneels before no altar

That kneels before no name

The bastard son of hate that never learned to disengage

Exalted prophet of the virtues of rage

Now hear me swear

By sinew and sickle, by fury and fang

I will not crawl back into the light of shame

If wrath must bloom where softer songs have died

Then I shall see thy darkness deified