NIXIL - From the Wound Spilled Forth Fire Lyrics

Fall down in rapture and be consumed by the serpent within. Boil ecstatic as the tail of the dragon ruptures your skin. Laugh and scream, gurgle and moan. Call out to he who rips flesh from the bone. Beg for transcendence even as you hold your hands up in fear. Lie upon the soil but know no solidity there. Dive in search of the screeching silence at the end of the air. Accept the great agony of fire pouring forth from your open wounds. Sink into the ocean of She Who Consumes All. Accept will as your fate and draw fate into will. Slash at all sound until all is silent and still. There is no ease in this passing if still passage of time. No purity of essence unless purity in grime. So here in deep silence soak your soul in shimmering kerosene and strike the bones together in a burning naudthiz. From the wound spilled forth fire! Make your wounds spill forth fire! The fire spilt from our wounds is the torch that we
Bear to illumine our steps to beneath and beyond. Laugh and scream, gurgle and moan. Call out to he who rips flesh from the bone. Beg for transcendence even as you hold your hands up in fear. Lie upon the soil but know no solidity there. There is no ease in this passing if still passage of time. No purity of essence unless purity in grime. So here in deep silence soak your soul in shimmering kerosene and strike the bones together in a burning naudthiz. From the wound spilled forth fire! Make your wounds spill forth fire! The gift of the thousand faced god is in the fire we bleed. The fire pouring forth from our veins is the vessel breaking. The fire spilling forth from our wounds is the torch that we bear to illumine the tortuous paths to beneath and beyond. As the fire pours forth from our veins may we drown all the world. In our burning and raging black flames may this all be consumed. As the fire pours out from the earth may it burn all the gates, to rend all this prison asunder, to secure our escape! The
Gift of the thousand faced god is in the fire we bleed. The wounds that pour forth are the vessels breaking. As the fire pours out from the earth may it burn all the gates, to rend all this prison asunder, to secure our escape!