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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