Текст песни In Flames - Dead God In Me
In Flames - Dead God In Me слова песни
To slit the grinning woundsfrom childhoodґs Seven Moonsthe palette stained with the ejaculated passions(of forbidden, hedonistic colours...)Strike from omnipotence, all-seer, all-deemer,and haunt my severed countrywith your dripping, secret gamesYou picked the unripe lilies, deflored and peeled the bleeding petalsmade known to methe grainy stains, the crimson lotusof the Black-Ash Inheritance,the semen feed of gods and mastersThe worms still in me,still a part of me,racing out from leaking rooms,swoop from broken lungs to block the transmissionto put an end to the nomad yearsfather youare thedead god in me