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Лирика : Christ Agony : Unholyunion : Dies Irae
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8 февраля 10, 21:58
At your command
The dried darkness started
Gloating over the last
So marvelous banquet
Rummaged out by the laughter
Of desire
The ferryman stood up
And poured the blood on the table
A noise was made
God himself raised his tired eyes
And went worried away
Satan was looking avidly
Attracted woman with his eyes
And possessed one alive on the table
He laughed at gods
Laughed at their helplessness
He showed the beauty of his body
Changing into snake
He slipped between things
Gods couldn't spot that
Choked by immortality
It's a night of unification
And Satan laughed at their old age
He will give birth to
The god of one moment
Of one tear
Who having touched the blood
Will find death in it
He was full of contempt for another gods
But he suffered cause he knew
That his son, who would never
Experience nether suffering nor joy
Would die having touched the blood
And there's plenty of blood everywhere
If you were a creator, Sun
The Power would fall down before you
And children would fall down before you
And children would and the feast on they knees
In you were a creator, Sun
You wouldn't have let gods to come to Earth
And tears are gathering together
And laughing at our weakness
And our subjection that resembles
The dog's subjection
The dried darkness started
Gloating over the last
So marvelous banquet
Rummaged out by the laughter
Of desire
The ferryman stood up
And poured the blood on the table
A noise was made
God himself raised his tired eyes
And went worried away
Satan was looking avidly
Attracted woman with his eyes
And possessed one alive on the table
He laughed at gods
Laughed at their helplessness
He showed the beauty of his body
Changing into snake
He slipped between things
Gods couldn't spot that
Choked by immortality
It's a night of unification
And Satan laughed at their old age
He will give birth to
The god of one moment
Of one tear
Who having touched the blood
Will find death in it
He was full of contempt for another gods
But he suffered cause he knew
That his son, who would never
Experience nether suffering nor joy
Would die having touched the blood
And there's plenty of blood everywhere
If you were a creator, Sun
The Power would fall down before you
And children would fall down before you
And children would and the feast on they knees
In you were a creator, Sun
You wouldn't have let gods to come to Earth
And tears are gathering together
And laughing at our weakness
And our subjection that resembles
The dog's subjection
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