Salt And Wrath letra

Born not of innocence but infantile avidity
I let this mortal frame enrage my heart and conquer me
Is this the light i claim i want the world to see?
Or this the salt he said he needed me to be?

The pressure's building to a boil on my tongue
Festering, writhing still
Festering, writhing 'til the tension climaxes

A delicate balance in a maelstrom of misery
It seems that solace is a fantasy
And peace alludes my inmost being

Only his heart contains the will to hold so great a peace
Still i pray i feel this madness fades, i feel this madness fade

Ensnaring thoughts slip through my mind like poison
Ophidian words drip from my lips in venomous wrath
If i could bridle this fire, if i could tame this spark
But i know that it's futile without your intervention
All i need is resignation to a greater dependance

Born not of innocence but infantile avidity
I let this mortal frame enrage my heart and conquer me
Is this the light i claim i want the world to see?
Or this the salt he said he needed me to be?

The Burial - Letras

• Apathy And Petition
• Death Conquered
• Delegation Of The Seven Plagues
• Demons Never Sleep
• En-hakkore
• Erchomai
• Idle Hands
• In The Taking of Flesh: Diakonos
• In The Taking of Flesh: Theanthropos
• Intercessor
• Intro
• Itching Ears
• Lights
• Monolith
• Of Jasper And Carnelian...
• Pearls; The Frailty Of Matter
• Perfections
• Reconciliation
• Salt And Wrath
• Seed
• Serpent's Tongue
• Shackles And Embers
• Soothesayer
• The Winepress
• Thou Knowest
• Wisdom; The Gateway Of Liberty
• Wretched Restless Forms