And the Word Became Flesh Lyrics

Fruit from those, shrubs you are not allowed
On this land you cannot tread
Your nature you ought not to listen
In a tight rein of obedience keep your lust
From the river, the thirst you will not satisfy
All of this created for your torment
Trick out your eye, if it glanced
Cut off your hand, if ft touched
Pick out your, if it said
Cut off your ear, if it heard
I'll paint the picture with promises
You'll stare at it all your life
There was nothing behind this picture
Rotten frames, perishable canvas
You are forbidden to ask about the cause
Blinkers worn on your eyes so wonderful
I made especially for you
Don't be curious, what will be next
For the obedient I hale another picture
Engraved in wood with the chisel of suffering
Burnt with fire of dread of emptiness
You will fear this view
Who alerts or glances outside the frames
Let damned be forever
I'll not tell you, that it was not
The word became flesh, from flesh all arose
I was never really there
You wonted to met me, but it won't happen