Poetry Of The Flesh Lyrics

Hast thine eye beheld yon enmity

That dwells in ye Great Deep?

Gazing into ye grand womb, hence

Incising ye vapours that hover above

Why doest thou deify thine own

Ethereal... stillbirth?

Infidel thrall, thou art ye servant of - incessant void,

Thine potency is absorbed by ye barren plains - of yon orbed soul-ruin

Doest thine masturbation by Stygian shores - bring relief?

Ye infamous chasm exhales dulcet symphonies - thou cannot sense

Thus, thou perdition is infinite,

Thou rapest thine innermost companion,

And thine semen restrains thine...

Poetry... of the flesh

Doest thou transgress ye dreams from beyond... ?

Thou... rejoicest in thine glory obscured,

Idea parts from ye incarcerated entity

That writhes in physical dimensions,

The Great Deep vomits forth yon

Ethereal foetus - that makes ye angels weep,

Doest thou desire to accept it's eyes... ?

Art thou willing to transfix ye dreams from beyond?

Thine disdain of ye transcendent symphony enslaves ye image

Of Creation and thereupon bringest forth ye loss of paradise, Ingurgitating Oblivion - Poetry Of The Flesh - http://motolyrics.com/ingurgitating-oblivion/poetry-of-the-flesh-lyrics.html

Art thou ye one almighty besmeared with ye blood of all gods?

Thine eye beheld yon enmity

That dwells in ye Great Deep?

Gazing into ye grand womb, hence

Incising ye vapours that

Hover above

Thou divest into ye

Exhalations...

To assume and inhale

Ye metrical lunacy

That savest thee from

Ye immanent

Stygian Flood...

Infidel thrall, thou art ye servant of - incessant void,

Thine potency is absorbed by ye barren plains - of yon orbed soul-ruin

Ye infamous chasm exhales dulcet symphonies - thou cannot sense...

Thou divest into ye exhalations to assume and inhale ye metrical lunacy

That savest thee from ye immanent Stygian Flood,

Thou art interwoven with ye pulse beyond,

Doest thou perceive ye desperate call from ye fathomless pits?

Thine disdain of ye transcendent symphony enslaves ye image

Of Creation and thereupon bringest forth ye loss of paradise,

Art thou ye one almighty besmeared with ye blood of all gods... ?