Pain and Wrath Are the Singers
Adam Kalmbach
Fixed
To decay
Knotted
By habit
The rituals
Of bound
Bodies
The dull
Resonance
That vibrates
Through these days
The afternoon's
Meshes
Pale
Clotted light
I tremble
In nightmares
Of silence
Lonely nights
In empty houses
The night's slow poison
Aimless years
From nothingness
To nothingness again
Kneeling before a void
Brought into being
In order to suffer
New and dreadful liberty
Pain and wrath are the singers
Pain and wrath are the singers
The great work is a stone
The dull resonance
That vibrates through these days
The afternoon's meshes
Pale clotted light
Aimless years from nothingness
To nothingness again
Kneeling before a void
Brought into being in order to suffer
New and dreadful liberty
Pain and wrath are the singers
The great work is a stone