Excoriate All Hope - Argyle

Surge!

O hand of justice divine

With nails that further reach

And further cut this world of ours

May you scrape away at the skin of our crimes

That keep us away from your providence

That you may devise

A plan for each of these

And make victims

Of great and timeless malediction

The mountains around us

And the heavens above

The rivers beneath them

And the lives beside them

May you leave without shelter

The head of verything that breathes

And mak of this lively place

A realm that may bear

Your smothering justice

Excoriate Hope

That their thirst be quenched

Excoriate Hope

That their hunger be satisfied