Beati Estis Cum Maledixerint Vobis Songtext
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Beati Estis Cum Maledixerint Vobis Songtext
Blessed shall be the sacrificed!
Blessed shall be the infected!
Prolapsed whores and deserted children.
Worshipers of rats, devotees to the one who lies in the public urinals.
Blessed are they!
For the light which shall save us, comes not from between the stars, but amongst the flies on rotting testes.
For the gospel of treachery are sung through rotten mouths, through black veils, and by vapours of the dead, as their bodies embrace the swallow of Earth.
Do you know that even after death, they still taste the flavour of cancer?
Blessed is the dust and the adoration of sterility. Blessed are you to be insulted.
Piss on me, devoted one.
Show me your ancestry, and what your mother taught you.
I want to smell the fragrance of your sins (you vanilla ape), I want you to wmear on me the crass of your cross-shaped oncogenitals.
Do you still believe in the great absentee?
Spit on me your genuine faith syrup.
I want it with coal, moisture and moans, and all the dirty things you've put aside for your dogs.
My thorny pup, nullify me in your divine backroom, for the procession of the weak and the wanker is all mine to see.
Blessed shall be the infected!
Prolapsed whores and deserted children.
Worshipers of rats, devotees to the one who lies in the public urinals.
Blessed are they!
For the light which shall save us, comes not from between the stars, but amongst the flies on rotting testes.
For the gospel of treachery are sung through rotten mouths, through black veils, and by vapours of the dead, as their bodies embrace the swallow of Earth.
Do you know that even after death, they still taste the flavour of cancer?
Blessed is the dust and the adoration of sterility. Blessed are you to be insulted.
Piss on me, devoted one.
Show me your ancestry, and what your mother taught you.
I want to smell the fragrance of your sins (you vanilla ape), I want you to wmear on me the crass of your cross-shaped oncogenitals.
Do you still believe in the great absentee?
Spit on me your genuine faith syrup.
I want it with coal, moisture and moans, and all the dirty things you've put aside for your dogs.
My thorny pup, nullify me in your divine backroom, for the procession of the weak and the wanker is all mine to see.
Writer(s): Judicael Denece, Marc Obregon, Stephane Robinet, Raphael Cabello, Thomas Hennequin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com