De profundis clamavi ad te Domine Domine, exaudi vocem meam
Stare into the empty eyes of her Hodegetria begins hematemsis It flows over the pale skin of the acheiropoieta Forged by no hands
Bury me in lapidation and shelter me from the light of the lamb I see no more as Rajm casts dust upon the fire
Servants walk the threshing floor wreathed in pitted marble Decay has set in, the stench of millennea Thy gaze is fractured as a fissure splits the sclera Pupil of black enters chamber She whispers a faint apolytikion to the cradled maggot
Mary, art thou not a liar: why then dost thou not to the catacombs And lay beneath a retamaine, praying for death And dream of being held in the streams of Al-Maghtas lungs heave, your son holds you under, he is no more nimbatedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
