The Deep That Eats the Deep

Ash and altar, chalice cracked Born where the light forgets to crawl Teeth in the root, I take it all Veins of the earth pulled tight and thin I am the wound that wears the skin Gods in the gutter, tongues of rust Prayers dissolve to ash and dust I walk the line where mercy ends I am the scar that never mends Bleed the hour, crush the hymn I ride the spine of the world’s last limb Bleed the hour, crush the hymn I tear through the veil with a serpent’s grin Wrapped in the scent of dying stars Crawled from the wreckage of old czars Nails full of soil, lungs full of night I am the hunger dressed in spite Saints in the sewer, crowns of flies I cut the truth from holy lies No father’s grave, no mother’s womb I am the silence in the room Bleed the hour, crush the hymn I ride the spine of the world’s last limb Bleed the hour, crush the hymn I tear through the veil with a serpent’s grin Let it rot, let it rot Let it fester, let it clot Drink the ruin from the cup Lift the veil and tear it up Born where the light forgets to heal I am the blade that learns to feel Fingers through the altar’s throat I am the hymn they never wrote Wolves in the belfry, bells undone I am the hunt beneath the sun No throne to hold, no vow to keep I am the deep that eats the deep Bleed the hour, crush the hymn I ride the spine of the world’s last limb Let it rot, let it rot Let it fester, let it clot Drink the ruin from the cup Bleed the hour, crush the hymn I tear through the veil with a serpent’s grin