Nocthane - Crown of Thorns, Crown of Teeth

They gather in the name of suffering… Wearing wounds like scripture… Calling pain… holy… You carved your grief into a crown Wore every scar where all could see Each wound a badge of righteousness Each drop of blood a claim to speak You knelt inside your suffering And called it something pure Built your throne from broken bones And named your sickness cure Beneath the skin it moved unseen Beneath the praise, beneath the plea A hunger dressed in reverence… A mouth they could not see Crown of thorns / crown of teeth Thorns in your flesh / teeth in me Your prayers were lined with sharpened words Your mercy hid a blade You fed on those who stood too close Then called it being saved You sanctified your cruelty With every hand you raised Blessed the feast of lesser souls Then glorified the pain The deeper that the thorns sank in The sharper grew the need Your suffering became a crown… Your crown became the teeth Crown of thorns / crown of teeth You bled for God / then fed on me Blessed are the wounded… For they shall inherit the weak Sanctify the hunger… Call it holy as you feed There is no difference… Between the cross… and the teeth Crown of thorns / crown of teeth You bled for God / then fed on me You shed tears in holy suffering… while baring your teeth… Crown of thorns… crown of teeth… You crowned yourself with both…