Misericorde Songtext
von Circular Ruin

Clinging on to the scythe with one hand
And the seeds of putrefaction in the other
The bringer of death makes his final stand
As he walks you to the shadow′s horizon

The false seed grows in the barren soil
Hollow echoes the cries for a lost harvest
Starvation is the yield of all your toil
Long winter nights are always the darkest

Existence upheaved by the indifferent plow
Angels thaw from their graves of snow
Embraced by mourning's darkened glow
We journey to the gallow′s row

With broken shovels we dig all our graves
Starving and lifeless and covered in dust
The rotten tree of life slowly decays
Devotion has turned all gold into rust


The gilded knife cuts the chains of life
The blade is cold but warmed by blood
A silvery moon shines its crooked light
Night falls early when your head hits the mud

The abyss it stares
Into your soul
The darkness it aches
And burns your skin
The fathomless depths
Swallow you whole
Your fall is broken
By those you've betrayed

The gilded knife cuts the chains of life
The blade is cold but warmed by blood
A silvery moon shines its crooked light
Night falls early when your head hits the mud

The view from the bottom is hauntingly black
You writhe in agony, you've ventured too deep
Peak humanity - still it won′t get you back
This throne of misery is yours to keep