Scorpions & Drought - Deathspell Omega

There I stand in a wood of trees pale as if bones

Eroded by nefarious winds

Haunted by their barking echoes

Were doubts to arise that God retreats slowly from this world

Which until now renewed itself with every dawn

Behold those mountains

The rocks of which turn to ghosts

And those roots petrified in thirst

Vainly defying the opaque silence of hollow rivers

And bury your doubts in a profane grave

The greatest proof of justice and mercy

God's supreme goodness

And his loving caress

Inhabit these abrasive pillars of dust

The black veil at the horizon

Soon to hush in velvet silence

Your daughter's last breath

Crowning you the depositary of ten thousand indignities

The eminent king of a world in dismay

Every singularity is filed down

By this continuous ochre stream

The only memory and existence

Those you cherished ever had

And ever could have

The memory of the heart

Is overcome by the drought of the heart

A desert with no life but scorpions

Coming as a swarm as a flood

With an abundance of deadly stings

One for every remembrance

One for every comforting echo of the past

For blithe days of hope turned sour