Race: In Lyrics - Mirrored - Battles

Cool 

To slit the grinning wounds from childhood's seven moons 

The palette stained with the ejaculated passions 

(Aey) 

Strike from omnipotence, they all seer all deemer 

And haunt my severed county with your dripping secret games 

You picked the unripe lilies, deflored and peeled the bleeding petals 

Made known to me the grainy stains, the crimson lotus 

Of the black ash inheritance, the semen feed of Gods and masters 

The worms still in me, still a part of me, racing out from leaking rooms 

Swoop from broken lungs 

To block the transmission to put an end to the nomad years 

Father, you are the dead god in me 

Father, you are the dead god in me 

Aey