Foul Void

Exist in me, the fear of your judgement

Cruel is your father's tongue

You cower from your lord's gaze

This earth, this severed state

Disappear, exhume your prospects

Disappear, the choir has sung your suffering

Blunt force, wounds of Christ

Gaping

Foul void, mouth of war, waste

Speak your name

Speak your name

Grace, speak your name

Culture, that sorrow brings greater end

Deliver something else

Deliver something else

Paralyzed, destructive

Disappear, exhume your prospects

Disappear, the choir has sung your suffering

Wounds of Christ, exist in me

Wounds of Christ, the choir has sung your suffering

Speak your name

Cruel is your father's tongue