Lyrics:
Will you gather a team to rise and shine
Like the glory days of 1349
When you stepped up the pace and were all over the news
Crushed the defence team
Him speaketh in tongues, embedded into the hearts of all flesh
Yeah, stanyoi, whoi
Oh, God, I beg for forgiveness
So help me, Lord, yes, I beg
Him speaketh in tongues into the hearts of all flesh
Yeah stanyoi
Whoi
Oh God, I beg for forgiveness
So help me Lord, yes I beg for forgiveness
cement
And it won't be long
'Til the flesh is gone
And the mold is cast
Taking shape so fast
I'm ready now (at last)
Under the skin and bone
Took
Engraved in rotten flesh
Abstract creation
On carnal monuments I scrawl my poems
To glorify the as I slice their bodies
Sculptures of decay
Slaughtered
Wise, old, black and dead in the snow, my southern sister
Sister, sister, was the name of the band
Flesh and blood, my death close at hand
Sister,
and sculptures is all that you'll ever see.
See me skinned of my flesh.
Replaced by mortar to never distress.
I'll harden as I settle.
I'll harden as I suffer.
nightmare, I wanna break some laws
I practice secret forms of voodoo culture
Dead flesh sculpture for my pet vultures
Sleepin' in the death defying beyond
of sin for mankind tear the frail white veil from grace
The sky is black
The time has come
Unleash the beast that will feed from your flesh
The night has
flesh, trophies for my god-like shrine
Sickened by my depravity, yet drawn like a moth to a flame
The rage inside of me was far beyond control
Eyes
Salutiferous exaltation, through fusty spatterings I sift,
Cauterizing proud flesh, pyogenic cortex I just yearn to rip,
With impalpable, cathartic
Trying to reach beautifulness by (plastic) surgery
Never mind the suffering that you could feel
The price of things you wish is too high
You will
Torture piggy is open wide,
Broken glass cuts up inside
Android sculptures, works of art,
Slowly torturing circuitry heart.
Pushing you down on bed
Possess and kill - take and become you
One by one - into a sculpture of limbs and rot
Rot, rot, rot
Rot, rot, rot
Rot, rot, rot
Rot, rot, rot
the Phantom with the chemic with the feds
Look, Florence 1450 in my head (in my head)
Keep that marble sculpture by my bed (by my bed, yeah)
If you not with
This is where he made Sculptures
from the Visions that Created The Force
Baphomet in Steel
For the Flesh of Cain
A Throne made by remains
of 12
flesh, poisoning their mind
The young harlot, who acts by the trust of her fate
Cursed beneath the hands of doom, the grand master of hate
For her
Removal of life offers canvas at night
by changing of focus to pain in my eyes
Instincts are crawling through gore in my mind -
the brink of infernal
the picture
She's one of the finest sculptures
Michelangelo's touch on the rarest alabaster (damn)
Tryna do a fair description
On something of near perfection
[Killah Priest]
It's time..
I'm tied up in the basement, blindfolded by nine soldiers
With rare paintings and fine sculptures, they spoke blatant
on galactical plain of knowledge the culture
my sculpture, lights up the ultra violet
so you could see my brain is symbolic, to a palace
therefore I
to give birth
to six thousand sculptures
the terracotta army
deep down in the mausoleum
by letting liters of blood flow
to ensure the passage of the emperor
of nobility
Surrounded by confinement
Freedom cloaks
A subliminal stare of discomfort
A room full of shades
Beheaded sculptures
Deranged mangled corpse
to us this day of mourning
With sorrow and with certainty
We pass on as stars and morning light
This fragile presence mended by fresh tears
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