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• Artiste: Goetia
• Titre: Vineyards: Thy Blood
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Vineyards... thy blood Painful lament of twilight Bitter like the laughter of convict Death I exalt - suicide's hymn This is the litany for salvation Cold nails in my wrists I feel dull pain As they nail me to the cross Bloody tears - bitter tears Flowing from my eyes Suspended in emptiness Where the time has never been Bleeding... On the Cross Bleeding... Mutilated In the midst of endless silence In indeterminate disorder The son of man is dying The formula of the slain god Holy shrine of spiritual essence - brightness The cup filled with beverage of gods Astral bridge to mental prison of illusions Blackest vine is thy sacrifice "The best blood is of the moon, monthly; Then the fresh blood of a child, or dropping from the host of heaven, Then of enemies, then of priest or of the worshippers Last of some beast, no matter what" Bleeding... Gore drips from the walls Bleeding... Mutilated Bleeding... On the cross Bleeding... For ecstasy Whole world is bleeding Blood Life Suffering I await my death Whimpering cry infiltrates The brains of the dreaming ones Hooks and chains tear the body of the hangman Internal bleeding I am dead but still alive Bleeding... Inside of my soul bleed Vineyards of blood!!!