Текст песни Divina Enema - Darken The Murals
Divina Enema - Darken The Murals слова песни
(There they were revealed by Men who occupiedthe sixth chamber, and took the forms ofbooks and were arranged in libraries)Alas for woe! Alas for woe! -It is high time to see the foeTo know the law does claim your soulAlike the mute and helpless dollThus claim you for its very own.However the shadows grew longer and longerAs evening fell - don`t go beyond the last houseYour village remindeth me an island in billowOf pestilent breeds have been running `gainst usYe shalt dieWell to be sure!But whilst ye are drowning - ye need no cureDon`t imploreDon`t supplicateYe shalt rot to the core before it`s too late!Ye regard this solace as amongst cavalcade...Of ire and delirious barking at churchThere is no need to go there without faithful torchThe murals of hers do encumber to seeThere is only one way to contumacyDown the face!The face of yoursCome closer to the grace like thatShut it so close...As ye can...Imbrue her hillsThe harridan`s corpse was entwined `bout by the...Great worm`s asp alikeThat`s your funeral... Hih!Lo, Thou hast procured her fragrantThou didst debar her insolent folksAnd as ye look through those mirrors on her wallsThere are gargoyles flit ye about!What were ye looking for?What were ye looking at?When this ae had been found by youHad ye expected thing like that?Indubitable ae`s deep coomb alikeDarken the murals - do not see the lightUnder palatial family vaultsLay open the graves... Let their prisoners rise!Their eyne`s dry...More so than thineDauber of murals that shalt never shineSolemn hues which nane wilt ever seeThy art is the way to contumacyHath anyone e`er confined thy legacy?Do not crepitate!Soporific anthem is swimming so slowly...It`s protected by themBy the superstitions do rule everywhereCan ye die?I deem ye should give it a try!Sylvan darkDecrease the lightShall ye fly towards the dawn o` total night?Sleepwards red and feculent skyWhy have ye never read my rhyme?But anyhow... ye should give it a try!Abysm provideth thy fallAbysmal mirrors on her wallsThou shalt acquire their mercy backIf thou believe them - fall adown and break thy neckFor the sake of evilFor the sake of... I don`t careWhy do ye always try to attain "famine of yours" so ye acquire your painMortals! Why was your quest so discourteous then?If ye might have seen whether gift would be sent down...E`en my sight was aghast when that shining nailWas being pierced through the chest of the mass... knife alikeIf ye e`er want to see - do not look for your eyes. -And then - in days of yore - ye may creep to and fro:Care of mine wilt be taken by ME: say FAREWELL...to be continued...