Versuri Bethlehem - Devilcrazy God Thirteen
I am not only a color but lately 17 and 3 As the 11th will eventually die. Time is brief and never longer therefore I allow my shoulder to bury and all my fingers line one by one Then I can deny the black hole and deeply fold in a chasity of insights Next time we listen to your blood and it results in the sin of my strangled sprat as half watch the loud pitch laugh in your vicinity And the evilly humored temptation tarnish fruit-bearing Suicide My saddle will skid no further into tomorrow And in 1955 the dead will die in the infernal oblivion of my own domain However, we won't conquer like Erinnyen in page two but rather stalk our soulless nature in 3 shades of grey To Caress a delusion sometimes causes a peculiar presence which behaves how a deeply sunken razor would sound in blood and consequently our echos let a glow in the breastless Bestiarium. No As my poisoned Shadows broke in two from the Zodiacal Light and only farther a displeased death of the struggling odoring Shock of a horned blade in the perfection of Animalistic Lust Decorating itself in a disgusting Vesture Bacchanten Climbed Icy Abysses yet, it won't Bring Forth the tender damnation Necessity to breed is blinded by the Oviparious yearn for death. And those not against God & Lucifer are suspicious A dissolute force highhandedly requires danger When Death Rings for several luckless Maids Bluish Anarchy will instill over the Gates of Naked lust Only an elder enrichment of the boiling-points to forgive my life Will the Blasphemic Origin contribute to all the Graven Feet of the downfall.