lyrics
Rain-soaked man, scratching at our doorstep
Without coin or charm, our kindness you’ll accept
A humble cloister, our consecrated quarters
The ills of the world can’t penetrate its mortar
We’ve tended those like you before
Brought clean water and a calming word
But of you the Magdalene has warned
And for this night our charity deferred
Granted visions, we felt your loveless hand
Their weeping faces, shaking limbs yours to command
A brutal climax, your victims left to moan
Female debasement an entire culture condones
Tonight the ghost of forgiveness
Is given over to the rope and blade
Before the eyes of God, damages
And angels weep at what their hands have made
Strapped down, made to confess
The poison in your veins released
Painting marble floors
Delight in the howls of the Beast
Don’t beg, accept your fate
Monsters like you deserve no pity
Fingers inside your chest
To us you cannot prove integrity
Dismembered, never be whole in death
Interred beneath the soil, your flesh feeding gardens
Each flower’s bloom sweetened by your shell
As we consume the fruits you may finally be pardoned
Tonight the ghost of forgiveness
Is given over to the rope and blade
Before the eyes of God, damages
And angels weep at what their hands have made
And angels weep at what their hands have made
credits
from
Brimstone,
released April 23, 2011
All songs by Ichabod Crane.
All lyrics by Scott Roger.
Watercolors by Wednesday Wolf,
www.wednesdaywolf.com
Scott Roger - vocals/guitar
Mike Oiler - guitar/vocals
Matt Spaeth - bass/vocals
Brandon Siegenthaler - drums
Recorded by Robert Reinard at Byahh! Studios, Kent OH
Mastered by Bill Korecky at Mars Studio, Mantua OH
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