Текст песни death ss - Paraphernalia
death ss - Paraphernalia слова песни
There is no heaven of glory bright and no hell where sinners roast.Here and now is your day of tormentHere and now is your day of joy![A.S. LaVey]Arise, o man, in thy strenght! The kingdom is thine to inherit.Fill the high gods witness at lenghtThat man is the lord of his spirit[A. Crowley]When I become deathDeath is the seed from which I grow[W.S. Borroughs]In the centre of the centre of the centreOf our body, the blood flowsLike an obscure river.And sailing the obscure river of this bloodWe reach the immortal drop of our conscience.Come in the panic theatre!Come with us in the centre of the centreOf flesh and blood,And drink the eternal drop of our conscienceThat cannot die![A. Jodorowsky]