via puritiva Passing too many gates leaving too many graves behind follow Jupiter's son on his way to hell the pilgrimage of lost hopes I kissed the bishop
Beautiful and wealthy is our town of Hamelin Neighbors are green with envy, proud my fellow citizens Our stomach's are full, our dreams are calm We can
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Her name was Water Fire was His name you can still walk their traces in the forest of delights two first lovers ever Heaven-She & He-Hell two so different
off the sinister heavens I strip the arc of moon the cosmic sickle starts the deicidial harvest I am the wheel of fortune that grinds your chest the fruit
See the generations lost drowned in cold waters of Jordan Sheep led to the slaughter by humble shepherd Kephalophoros See their heads enchained with crowns
With this ring I thee wed with two-cleft tongue I baptize thy flesh in this wine I wash the dirt off my angel wings wedding poles once opposite purest
Po?kn+?em oko opatrznoci Palec Bo?y stan+? mi w gardle S?oncem zapalam papierosa To ja Wszechwiat rozpostar?em Ja Tworca Ja Amen Ja Wybuchem Ja Panem
Oto jest widok, ktory znam od dnia narodzin wiatr ci+gle piewa te same, wieczne pieni Otoczony przez Duchy staje sie rowny bogom Ognisko staje sie mniejsze
"Come, and be revealed a bull, my Raging One! Be a many-headed dragon! Be a lion, spuring flames! Come!" (taken from 'Bakkhai' by Euripides) ...and the
... and he put immortal souls into fragile, crippled shells he broke our nexks, he tore our teeth he wanted us - angels - to become his slaves and that
Na imie mia?a Woda jego zwano Ogniem Wci+? wie?e s+ ich lady w Lesie Rozkoszy To pierwsi kochankowie Niebo-Ona i On-Piek?o dwa tak ro?ne ?ywio?y przy
Niestety, nigdy nie by?em zadowolony z tekstu tego utworu. Widocznie zbyt marny ze mnie poeta na to, by nale?ycie odda? temperature bitewnego ?aru, by
remember? you pushed my body into the mud you turned my head into stone you broke my wings remember? you turned my limbs into snaketails you've forgotten
from the seven hundred seventy and seven whores we were born here, within the realm of the blind with your knees sticked to the soil rain washed our shoulders
The sun has eclipsed holy angels wept his wounds shall bleed again when horned souls awake rise, the Cainian tribe rise, disciples of light the altars
It's so tempting to have faith It's so hard to pretend A new simpler theology Eternity in a piece of meat This is the first day of our last days But
Natural order of things The first lie and farewell kiss Homo sum et nihil humanum Nylon, plastic uranium, plutonium Breathe in Breathe out In the basilica