Anathema - Wolves At The Gate

I’m lying barren in my own blood

It’s drowning me like a rushing flood

A wave of crimson eclipse my eyes

No sign of pity here

My lips are silenced with blistering

The utter silence is deafening

Vultures fly above

They’re calling out my name

The vipers watch below

Taunting my crippled frame

Desolate is love

Surely a curse and my name

The same — a plague is all I know

The lover I had claimed has sent me out here to die

Ashes for beauty and shame my ally

The lover I had claimed has left me here to die

The wings of death black out the sky

Isolated in deserted lands

Isolated in deserted lands

Suffocating under dirt and sand

Cursed, despised, I am anathema!

Cursed, despised, I am anathema!

Glory speak to me

Call upon my name

Tell my soul to live, to live

Grant to me the life only Your hands can give

I take a breath as I try to shout

I go to scream but no words come out

No shred of solace I’m left to die

No sign of pity here

My lips are silenced with blistering

The utter silence is deafening

The lover that I had claimed has sent me out here to die

Ashes for beauty and shame my only ally

The lover that I had claimed has left me out here to die

Ashes for beauty and shame my only ally

Vultures fly above

They’re calling out my name

The vipers watch below

Taunting my crippled frame

Desolate is love

Surely a curse and my name

The same — a plague is all I know

Oh Rising SON, won’t you dawn on me

Descend just like a dove

Oh Rising SON, hear this sullen plea

Hide me, hide me in Your love

Glory speak to me

Call upon my name

Tell my soul to live, to live

Grant to me the life

Isolated in deserted lands

Isolated in deserted lands

Suffocating under dirt and sand

Cursed was I and surely left to die

But Glory became my anathema