Flesh comes, flesh goes Like the knife in your futile structure
Night was dancing with death Senseless fading out Bliss of death, free from flesh The instant of grace where eyes get closed Never to open again
The Lord gives and the Lord takes back And none can clearly see the aim The word has to be heard And obeyed!
Offering the maggot company And the stillness of the grave Facing nihil and, who knows? Maybe even beyond...
Maybe facing what dwells beyond
The murder-bliss Freedom from earthly jails The silence of that is to come after And the pain of those that remain
The day shall never come
Now one with mud and worms One more coffin fed Blessed Flesh, Dead flesh The touch of divine grace...
The Lord gives and the Lord takes back Taking down under earth The word has to be heard And obeyed!
Blessed Flesh, Dead flesh The touch of divine grace...
Suddenly one with eternity In a cold void of distant presence Mostly felt in painTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
