Testo With Bruised & Bloodied Feet - Underdark

With Bruised & Bloodied Feet

Incantations penetrate the furthest reaches of the Gods
Not the care of the skies, or revolving stars
Can avail as an excuse to the deities she calls
Day delays to rise on earth, the Sun a mere catspaw
What went we into this wilderness to find?
Leaving our country, our kindred, our farther’s houses, and for what?
At the crux of a baleful knoll
Wicked council, come as one
To live deliciously
To relish in the taste of butter
To be clothed in a fine dress
To fly from this serpent’s nest
My corrupt nature is empty of grace
Bent unto sin, and that continually
What went we into this wilderness to find?