Age of Excuse II lyrics

The stench of zeitgeist

Is the incense of discarded shrines

As the corpses put on powder and rouge

So that the hoax can proceed, ever sidewards

A cheaped out incarnation into a shopworn sarx

The soul congeals into a grimy lump

Substance of the world, dreary and pale

At the feet of a spirit detached

Between the grinder and the abattoir

Such are the landscapes of grief

Grayness and glitz

Glitter and gehinnom

Between tedium and fright

Such is the song of the nether world

The hissing of rats

And the jarring chants of angels

A sacrifice to the gutter gods

Squandered redemption, misplaced grace

As an ailing mole burrowing in Eden

Living breathing downfall

Between the grinder and the abattoir

Such are the landscapes of grief

Grayness and glitz

Glitter and gehinnom

Between tedium and fright

Such is the song of the nether world

The hissing of rats

And the jarring chants of angels

It's a land of sun gone down

In a comical grandeur

A sluggish danse macabre

Hyenas waltzing about

Would a new flood please finally come

A real rain and an assortment of plagues

And when all is said and done

Even the Devil won't care enough to spit in the mud

• Artist:Mgła
• Album:Age of Excuse (2019)