Frigid Feast Lyrics

Weeping are they, corpses with their greedy death throes
Through messy blowouts and vandal feasts
Laughing are they, bones of girls with golden pierced teeth
Hanged, barely quivering, unsettling milk bearers
On their burdened bellies filled with worms
Gut jackets open on leeking ivy
Sips where foam freezing diarrhoeas
Cheating scents
Sweat around brown edges
The living, shiny silk
And the melt of slumber salts
The living, shiny silk
And the melt of slumber salts
Have made the soil dirt, powdering waters with soft pierces
The living, shiny silk
And the melt of slumber salts
Have made the soil dirt, powdering waters with soft pierces
Lasts dances for these hussies
Performed before the falling down
In gaz chambers disguised in boudoirs, in boudoirs
Salissent la Terre, et poudrent les eaux de molle crevures
Gigues dernières des gueuses aux moeurs légères
Livrées avant de lâcher prise
Dans leurs chambres à gaz déguisées en boudoirs
Weeping are they, corpses with their greedy death throes
Through messy blowouts and vandal feasts
Laughing are they, bones of girls with golden pierced teeth
Hanged, barely quivering, unsettling milk bearers
On their burdened bellies, filled with worms
Gut jackets open on leeking ivy