Fallen cradle in elegant burning. A searing crib to hymn His God. The dearest prize in His trophy case. Holy scion, the begotten one!
From the cryptal howls at Calgary, To where the nasceny was prophecized. Partake of the flavors of Christ's hold, Crown yourself on Jordan's Bank!
Upon the whisper's winds at Galilee, Hearken the Madonna's sadness! The Land of Nod bides for sibling's blood, For Abel's cold flesh we mourn?
Bold prayer of want, Answered not! Dismal religion, A cruel hoax!
Grisly lament for the tattered shroud. Endless desire for Paradise. Why for that hallowed Necropolis crave? Still!! I hear the Jeremiads!
Lord above in frozen celestial absence. Give proof to mournings, yet not from Your bible's word.
Spider's webbed doubt bellows from my blackest throat! Coffins through time, a mourning in Nazareth!!
By the false paronyms of the Holy Writ, I do Your every loathsome bidding!
I rape Your countless rotten angels... Trample on Your raven cross!!
Sainted Scripture, Burning words in ash! Praise be!! A mourning in Nazareth!!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
