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Correct Drink The Devil's Blood Lyrics
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Deathspell Omega
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Correct Drink The Devil's Blood
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Below the lid of a vast rounded monument Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation And uterine strangulation by the wreaths Of the herds astray, arid in despair, blessed With dilated flakes of fire, slowly wafting down... Say, what does a maternal heart feel when merely Vinegar stills your child's thirst? You'd implore to harbour his torment in your chest... To make this burden yours, but... Sacrilege! Who are you, harlot, to interfere with His emerald will When even your glance should never leave the soil? There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus Angel prick and holy semen, And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike Seduced by the father and seducing the son There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption Carnal malefactor, rub your sterile wriggling womb With a candle in reverential contemplation And give voluptuous harbour to vile insects He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption The scorpion shall open the book of Salomon for you to see And the snake slither out of the lips that delivered once The redeemer of man, born out of shameful maternity... He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption The lactiferous beast subjugated reason to appetite Praised be human nature, ciborium of shame and waste, For bathing in decline a redeemer moisty of semen so contemptible There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus Angel prick and holy semen And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike Seduced by the father and seducing the son There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands When a woman is knead by the claws of fowls attracted By seminal odours no longer hidden by dignity And purified by their beaks rummaging her swollen vagina When laments alter into praises despite holy duty and menacing perdition Seers can say that his birth does death subdue no more His birth does death subdue not, for my God proceeds of failed humility... O Master, the eastern pillar of your domination is the organic fallibility.
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