Ruins Of Beverast - The Restless Mills lyrics

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Earth's hell was a pit of fuming furnaces<br />

Firing cauldrons of blood<br />

Moving monstrous wheels<br />

Where the air was stale from foul belief<br />

In a shadow, so faint - yet salaciously desired<br />

... to be that of god... to reach into these naked depths<br />

And shaped in soot... a silhouette<br />

Of outstretched arms and torso<br />

At a giant cross... <br />

A desperate view onto the restless mills<br />

That grind... grind... grind... <br />

Jahwe, you were the breeder of a pest cocoon<br />

And whatever your gift was -<br />

Dreadful were the mills that crushed it.