Mariners At Perdition's Lighthouse 歌词

Mariners at Perdition’s lighthouse With bludgeoning smog raised From slumber, to yet more grinding hours Discord's in the deep, immiscible holy oil A glass of tar to a drowning man Welding soul and iron The shipyards will make arsenic eaters of us all Swallowing blight to bear its burden Broken mariners, building Arks from whale’s rusted ribs Stolen ores from slaves a world away As pretty as syphilis there’s no vindicating this They, the crucified, on ferrous beams Rivets pounding into arthritic palms And a thousand years of cruel, ringed fingers Grasping in earnest at saline rags O, Morningstar! Sing in dissonance To lightning coils at the beacon’s head As infants to scale the peaks of refuse To scrape the last threads of life The pitiful dregs of flesh that cling To bones cast off from Zion O, Morningstar! Sing in dissonance A verse for an onerous dawn An aria in an oppressive key Atonal ringing in their sodden void They see the lecherous twilight That daily, caresses the sanctimonious The voluptuous paunch of the pious Who gorge on doubt and faltering faith Who sell their extortions as sins forgiven And crack every bone for the marrow To elucidate the thought of industriarchs And to set their gears a-churning Innumerous days spent dredging the catarrh From the larynx of the Clyde The strings of its voicebox bind Hephaestus by his hair Club-foot cripple, caught in cacophonies a-pounding Crucified on ferrous beam with rivets in his palms Spines under lock Binding the aberrant and the orthodox Spiral staircase, sickly pale As pretty as syphilis There’s no vindicating this Give me strength! Give me strength!