Drink The Devil's Blood Lyrics - Singles - Deathspell Omega

Below the lid of a vast rounded monument 

Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes 

Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation 

And uterine strangulation by the wreaths 

Of the herds astray, arid in despair, blessed 

With dilated flakes of fire, slowly wafting down... 

Say, what does a maternal heart feel when merely 

Vinegar stills your child's thirst? 

You'd implore to harbour his torment in your chest... 

To make this burden yours, but... Sacrilege! 

Who are you, harlot, to interfere with His emerald will 

When even your glance should never leave the soil? 

There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus 

Angel prick and holy semen, 

And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike 

Seduced by the father and seducing the son 

There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus 

A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands 

He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption 

Carnal malefactor, rub your sterile wriggling womb 

With a candle in reverential contemplation 

And give voluptuous harbour to vile insects 

He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption 

The scorpion shall open the book of Salomon for you to see 

And the snake slither out of the lips that delivered once 

The redeemer of man, born out of shameful maternity... 

He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption 

The lactiferous beast subjugated reason to appetite 

Praised be human nature, ciborium of shame and waste, 

For bathing in decline a redeemer moisty of semen so contemptible 

There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus 

Angel prick and holy semen 

And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike 

Seduced by the father and seducing the son 

There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus 

A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands 

When a woman is knead by the claws of fowls attracted 

By seminal odours no longer hidden by dignity 

And purified by their beaks rummaging her swollen vagina 

When laments alter into praises despite holy duty and menacing perdition 

Seers can say that his birth does death subdue no more 

His birth does death subdue not, for my God proceeds of failed humility... 

O Master, the eastern pillar of your domination is the organic fallibility.