Craig Nero - Filth lyrics

"Here the wind rages Through the marsh; the filth of ages Ever swirling, Ever rising, Ever curling, Ever dying. The blood-lit red horizon, Never drying, Never drying. And the withered breath of violence, Whispering of d**h and silence." "Hear the wind roaring: Drowning tears and cries galore in The putrid, gruesome filth of scores, That came before And stayed for more. Burgundy mud bubbling Mulling the curdled, and burdened blood: Vinous, pungent fuming. The glutton pool ever consuming The lavish feast of rue and ruin Ravenousness an illusion." "Here the relentless wind bellows harsh: Thunderous screams marshalling the marsh. Arching waves marching, Charging at each other, and Arms clashing, struggling Then crashing down. Huddling Muddled in the mora** To sluggishly rise a muddy ma**, To fall again, and fall again. The rotting filth of brothers Searching: lost with one another." There your sense deceives you. The sultry, miasma Befuddles and slants Directionality. From afar the quagmire Is masked by a lordly Crimson aura swaying: A fata morgana. And if doves were to fly just Above they would find no Ireful wind, but a whisper from the sodden tilth Of frenzied unbegotten filth.