The Machine of Wrath

There is a machine of wrath That whirls in the pit Charred are the remains Ore the torrents that rage Mind is wrought with insatiatable thirst How will I ever overcome this curse When I draw from the demons purse For when I fall I call to him first And I seek the shores of eden For the sake of goodness How the fear is leadin' My anguish is my prowess There is a machine of wrath That whirls in the pit Charred are the remains Ore the torrents that rage But I have come to that guilty turn With the blood and pain How the fallen stars churn And the moon does not but wane