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Sanatçı: Funeral Mist

albüm: Deiform


Forgotten ash, children of the urn
Lifeless song from lifeless choir
Unavenged ghosts begging to return
As foreshadows of holy anger
Silhouettes of wrath divine
I am the moth of demonic hunger
That ageless thirst for the poisoned wine
The grave is feeding, devouring; inhaling whirls of life
As monuments of stone and copper are being raised along my spine
Now rise and sing with joy, for I come
With glad tidings of pious ire and gospels of rushing death
A lump of flesh evolved by fire and with blunt trauma blessed
I am the shadow, the great ox standing upon your chest
As the last ride is growing higher
Never again shall the flood rest
Anthems of ash
Nothing left to burn
Long-dead psalm from long-dead fire
Faith beyond death:
Children of the urn
In heatless rites of absolution and inverted alchemy
Shall I turn these angels of prostitution
Into demons of chastity
For I am winter, the blind snow!
Yes I am the dead tree
But only that which was never born
Can truly be considered free
And every eye shall bleed and then shut
So, take this bell and ring it in the darkness
Stand and greet its backwards dawn
Give praise and sing for the blind with gladness
While I unhinge my jaws
The boils are bleeding, festering –
Does Job fear God for naught?
Or will we find the light revealing
That in this realm I am but a thought?
Now gather round, for I come
With a new light from an old tongue

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