Paroles de Thorn Of My Omnipotence

Christ, thou pale queen of the clotted bloodrain Suffocate in the omnipotence of my death-bringing heritage that, shaped like a scythe, will be the last hand to the resurrection Buried in the noble evaporation of greed and penance My horror of the third cross yields to the sweet temptation of an unpure tasting little grave Blood Oh thou, my unpure flesh turn yellow in the present kill the tomorrow promise of the last dwelling brought to the grave forgive my nakedness Blood Hypocrite in me born of decay of anarchy of dead flesh Deliverance forgive me my shrine forgive me my soul Blackness The forbidden lines and always only death the unquenched thirst the copper scent the bursting inferno yet where will I be will be the virginity will be the faith of the writhing flame of my bestial blasphemy Blood thou blackened hope of my final judgement the dying me secured in a bloodstained cloth secured in very eternal peace Lost eternally lost stride into your death For know, where darkness reigns, I am.