Blessed Are The Dead Whiche Dye In Lorde Lyrics - Singles - Deathspell Omega

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?