Blessed Are The Dead Which Dye In Lorde 歌词

Stare wide-eyed at this dense pitch boiling by the art divine Amniotic liquid of another kind That flesh and blood can not inherit the kingdom of god Behold the transformation, servant Incise and devour your tongue for all men are liars Gnaw at the saintly visage of your beloved Receive a rapturous communion of flesh and skin And do not cease until you swallowed her nose host-alike Do not cease until the Baptist collects Three quintessential drops, progeny of that torment, And anoints you thrice... and anoints you thrice... and anoints you thrice... Like a malignant tumour and sudden growth of cancer divine A rebirth in putrefaction irreversible, corruption does not inherit uncorruption Say it loud the ultimate paradigm: Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the Lorde The sting of death is sin and the strength of sin is the law The law of man is His presence and dominion... We will submit ourselves unto Him And henceforth walk in His ways And immolate on thine altar the spirit of individuality As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and obedience We grant you all human love, kiss the burden that crushes our bones And yell ecstatically at the spectacle of your abominations What rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde, For all the benefites that he hath doen unto me?