O / Ophis / Temple of Scourges
The solemn walls of charred stone The tapestries of flesh and bone Ebon doors which gaze upon An atrium of carrion
Every form of bliss l abjure Every form of dream l renounce
Enter the procession Of the unfortunate ones Of those who suffer As a form of prayer
How l long To hold and caress you In my withered arms In my withered soul
As life turns into the adverse Flesh quivers dismally perverse Shrines of humiliation Erect to praise the pain
In this temple, The house of scars In these chambers Where torment soars
In this temple, where Withering breeds In this sanctum Of decrepit seed In this fane, Where spirits bleed We are merged in septic grief
In this temple, The house of scars In these chambers Where torment soars
Here we rot, forever entwined Here we rot, in burning throes Here we wither in hollow sheaths Here where ghosts shiver in fear
In memory of Sophia (1982 – 2019) Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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