At the Cauldron's Bottom

God gave you the spirit of fear
 Bound you soundly to the trunk of the world
 It's a rudiment of your mutilation
 An ancient relic in your failing heart
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 Illogical horror
 Massive hemorrhage
 Harmonic silence
 Where the barbs have dug in
 Where the nettles are latching
 The wound of wounds
 In the heart's clutch, held withstanding
 Trumpeting ecstasy, trumpeting ecstasy
 Trumpeting ecstasy, trumpeting ecstasy
 God gave you the spirit of fear
 Bound you tightly to the trunk of this Earth
 It's a rudiment of your mutilation
 A broken trinket in your ailing mind
 Illogical horror
 Trumpets blaring
 Massive hemorrhage
 Harmonic silence
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 Tepid muddied fountain
 Swallows us with the rest of the dregs
 At the cauldron's bottom
 Within the black vault
 In an endless sea of black rote
 We've lost, we've lost
 Where the barbs have dug in
 Where the nettles are latching
 The wound of wounds
 We've lost, we're losing
 When the trumpet sounds in ecstasy
 The wound of wounds
 We've lost, we're losing