Beautiful Things

Beautiful things die often; This is not my concern! Infernal Blacksmith, what is your desire? Do you lack sins for your forge's fire? I know I'm nothing, I'm weak and afraid. My sinful past's a debt I can't repay! I flagellate, suffocate, break the bones in my hands! Take my spear, forget my fear, my heart burns like my brands! It's agitation, meditation, castigation: I am a sinful fool! It's a harsh lesson in aggression and oppression: I am my god's best tool! You are always with me, O, Kuvat, far below. To your hellish smithy, I consign my soul! We're a horde of rats that scramble over the walls. (Bring a plague of wrath on your kind!) Praise and glory leave our lips when one of us falls. (It's not riches or fame we raid to find!) What happens here means nothing! Whoever dies means nothing! Beautiful things die often; it's not my concern. I know nothing of war or martial tools. I pray I'm dead before my blackened rage cools. I know I'm nothing, I'm weak and afraid. My sinful past's a debt I can't repay! I dissociate, hallucinate, break my mind! Forget myself, reject myself, all as designed! It's agitation, meditation, castigation: I am a sinful fool! It's a harsh lesson in aggression and oppression: I am my god's best tool! You are always with me, O, Kuvat, far below. To your hellish smithy, I consign my soul! We're a horde of rats that scramble over the walls. (Bring a plague of wrath on your kind!) Praise and glory leave our lips when one of us falls. (It's not riches or fame we raid to find!) What happens here means nothing! Whoever dies means nothing! Beautiful things die often; It's not my concern. [Laughter] [Death Gasp] We're a horde of rats that scramble over the walls. (Bring a plague of wrath on your kind!) Praise and glory leave our lips when one of us falls. (It's not riches or fame we raid to find!) Only in death are my sins absolved. Is my soul lead or is it gold? I do not know. No. I do not know. Only in death will he forge my soul! What happens here means nothing. Whoever dies means nothing. What happens here means nothing. Whoever dies means nothing! You are always with me, O, Kuvat, far below. To your hellish smithy, I consign my soul! Beautiful things die often; it's not my concern.