They Wept for the Mercy of Their God Songtext
von Fear and Filth

Weathered to relish the taste of iron
To sing orison of aimless sails
Mistaking the feathers
From vultures overhead
As tidings from the gods


I am chained to this vale
By the link I can′t sever
Weep all virtue from me
Blind will
Blade in hand
Flay the flesh
Form icons of throe
Place the alms
Into the earth
Bellow the ode
The last of it's ilk

I′m disgraced in defeat
I've come back on my shield
Surrendered the keep
Without a concession
Heed the etchings
The ramblings of a fool
Who crawled into the arms of a fever
Searching for warmth