Whatever That Tempts Lyrics - Neglected Fields

From distant wave to hurricane 

From secret lust to world aghast 

And pain inane 

Yes, chaos proliferous 

Chaos spawn, grown 

From serpent speech to deeds eldritch 

From blow to storm 

From high-raised hands to interment 

And hate innate 

As the plot unwinds 

As these pestilent spores we imbibe 

... Forever rage's becoming guide 

Burn every seed- 

Whatever that tempts, that enslaves, 

Whatever that they've unleashed upon. 

Us; another triumph of hate 

Another spirit in quest 

The link of wrath in a chain of scorn. 

Every doubt... 

Too blotesque the icon they paint 

What is this substance to call it God? 

The poison is vomited out, 

It's a vicious art.