Suffering Comes with Thy Name - Emeth

Suffering is a gift of the higher

To punish the inhabitants of the earth for their iniquity

The earth will disclose the blood shed on it

And will no longer cover its slain

How manifold are your works?

In wisdom you cursed them all

Sick creeping things innumerable

The earth is full of your failures

Like a Hawk I peck at the eyes

My wings in the face blind him

With my claws I tear out the flesh

I spit on your crapulous creeds

I give unimaginable joys on earth

Certainty, not faith, while in life, upon death;

ecstasy

Nor do I demand aught in sacrifice

Those who enslave themselves to the undead

Will be banished when the Sun shall fully rise

Only when they’re all gone can we truly become as

«A strong Man who goeth forth to do his Will»

The Equinox of the Gods has come as it does every two thousand years

Sweeping away the darkness of the old ways

Where once blazed the Cross of Suffering

As the Sun of Beauty now there is the Crowned and Conquering Child

Whose message is «Grace from Within»

The Kingdom of strength that is within you

The dreams through fire, The visions of intellect

The child of thy bowels, He shall behold them