Anathema - At One With The Earth
The intense grasp deaths strangle-hold has over me confines me to my own personal agony Set me free, let me go Release the chilling grasp with which it clutches me
The earth issues its extreme unction as I realise my punishme nt for sin Enguifed by death for all eternity In my bones I no longer feel the cold as the mire unbosoms its secrets to me
Ubiquitous fetidness, death is everywhere My God, unshackle me
My suffering grows with increase of my guilt Destroy devotion. Be at one with the earth I sink down into the clammy soil At one with the earth.
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