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• Artiste: Medeia
• Titre: Ceremonial
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On the cement floor lies a cross made From your intestines Embracing your commitment And the cause you died for People around relish the sacrifice (And) can't stop salivating upon your remains The circle closes And the rest is eaten away You got stoned, but not the way you used to This time it's better than ever before Sensation of death in your grasp Makes you feel alive for the very first time Once divested, no longer enslaved Rejoice in malice Our goddess leads the way Her deceitful lips sing a tune of decay Your body is torn asunder By a thousand fingers Intestines are placed carefully In a diabolical fashion You're now closer to god Than you were ever before As your putrid insides Decorate the floor You got stones, but not the way you used to This time it's better than ever before Sensation of death in your grasp Makes you feel alive for the very first time Once divested, no longer enslaved Her deceitful lips sing a tune of decay Once divested, no longer enslaved Rejoice in malice Our goddess leads the way Her deceitful lips sing a tune of decay Tune of decay