Halt your confessions, for the wilderness watches your penance The piety of self-flagellation leads you to the doorstep of the witch A fire in the woods is nothing to the black that encroaches eternal In the sickly glow of the candle, fat and bone of infants becomes fuel Like churned butter, entrails coat the outline of a demon A babe condemned to ceaseless flame The smell of hops hides blood and melting bone Her languid shape suckles from the sheep, smearing crimson cross ivory wool Fetid milk, nourishment to feast the familiars on the blood of the labia
The raven’s jaw mutilates grieving breast Break his jaw, tear out his teeth An orgasm of prayer, an expulsion of life You were always so fucking proud And now entombed in your arrogance you lie There is no wolf, just defiance The satyr’s gift is upon me, and I soar up to the moon in the company of my sisters And I am free
Look deep into the reptilian eye of the crone, and see only exuberanceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
