Dead God In Me Lyrics - The Jester Race - In Flames

To slit the grinning wounds 

from childhood's seven moons 

the palette stained with the ejaculated passions 

(of forbidden, hedonistic colors...) 

Strike from omnipotence; all-seer, all-deemer 

and haunt my severed country with your 

dripping, secret games 

You pick 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 

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Father 

you are the 

dead god in me 

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