Despair, You, the People of the Grey Land! Bow to Me!
I’m the One besides These All; I Wear the Symbols of the Powerful Darkness. I Sit in Your Heart, Sheltered and Calm I Sip Venom from My Decaying reeking Stigmata
Await the Death Not Only for Dying Itself But from the Longing for Becoming Like Me, Me, Whose Cross You Took for the Way of Your Life Thanks to the Martyr’s Blood Spilled by You
And When You Suffer, You Free the Last Pieces of Goodness You Put Your Hands under the Skin Cut with the Sign of Sacrament Immaculate Caress, Poisoner and Slanderer of Life! Put Your Mouth to My Wounds and Suck out My Love
Heautontimoroumenos
Bitches, Whose Wombs Shiver from the Touches of Scapulars, Which Hide Flogging under the Monk’s Cloth, Yelling Because of Lusts Mix in the Shade of Night among the Whispers of Prayers The Froth of Delicious Rains with Tears of Penance
Await the Death Not Only for Dying Itself But from the Longing for Becoming Like Me, Me, Whose Cross You Took for the Way of Your Life Sleep with a Dream of the Lamb, taken for Slaughter by a Shepard…
This Is My Gift Crucify Your Flesh Cripple Your Body Burn Your Skin This Is My GiftTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
