Iii (fear) Lyrics - Fen

The spirit songs scream across wind-burned heaths 

Flensing the rind of my very soul 

Corrosive embrace comforts 

In an inexorable miasma of dissolution 

A threnody that scours with the paralyzing raptor claws 

Of a lifetime of unrealized purpose 

And it as at this point that revelation strikes 

With the force of a thousand driven spear-points 

A face etched with the lexicon of destitution 

Stares back through pallid, jaundiced eyes 

That glitter with suppressed, shrieking desperation 

To rend 

To claw away the threads of cloying carnation 

To force this stooped sarcophagus 

Into the carcass-field beneath my feet 

Abnegation - silence - void 

The only triptych I seek 

Yet 

Extant not is thy solace 

Within this corrupted patina of deathsoil 

Still the Cathedral stands tall 

And in those febrile shadows 

Hopes of centuries shrivel and die 

I must move on 

I must haul this weary patchwork of cursive limbs 

Through a translucent mire 

Endless, oppressive wake 

Each tread summons the efforts of a thousand scouring exhalations 

Inch by inch, step by step, slowing, stooping 

Until - like a puppet with strings severed by the scythe of embitterment 

A figure collapses