When the Lion Devours Both Dragon and Child - Anaal Nathrakh

My soul is weary of my life

I will leave my complaint upon myself

I will speak in the bitterness of my soul

I will demand of God that you condemn me

It matters not wherefore thou contends with me

It is good unto me that thou shouldest oppress

That thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands

And shine upon the counsel of the wicked

A madman’s lantern falls broken upon unfeeling ground

What once was holiest has bled to death under our knives

Who will wipe this blood off us?

Who will wipe this blood off us?

Thy days are as the days of man

For thou art mortal and shall diminish

Thou knowest that I am wicked (I am wicked)

And there is none that could deliver thou out of my hand

A madman’s lantern falls broken upon unfeeling ground

What once was holiest has bled to death under our knives

Who will wipe this blood off us?

Who will wipe this blood off us?

A madman’s lantern falls broken upon unfeeling ground

What once was holiest has bled to death under our knives

Who will wipe this blood off us?

Who will wipe this blood off us?