Will these liquids flow Above and below Libations grow Outpouring the rest Welcome to our home One humble abode For which Heaven rose We few fortunate blessed
On this chosen night A sacred rite Free souls burn bright In what mortals call sin Outsider's strife Our praise of life Cuts like a knife In secret the ritual begins
Kept hidden inside Not to be clad in sky Just clothed with spirit and mind
Let them spring Bare skinned and obscene O perfect form Yet flawed and torn Beauty and truth Refined but uncouth Presented to all so endowed
To be prurient is to then be divine Thou bringest Aesthetica's epoch to mind
Transcendent she seems A product of dreams Stepping through life's fragile shroud We do likewise then Feral beasts within Shouting humanity's might Perfect image indeed
In these chambers of sin Pulsating shadows mesh Sultry clamor ascends In orgic bliss Misty rifts astringe Heirs of Eve unhinged Flux of molten spore The countenance contorts
The art of God seed Bathes us in holy pearl white With a thrill overcome Mirth and reverence are one
Eden ReclaimedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
