Scarified Lyrics
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Album | Smell of a Grey Sore(2012) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Black Metal |
Labels | Art of Propaganda |
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7. Scarified (10:34)
The deepest thing in man is his own skin
The core where feature all perception
A suit of blood and nerves
I dig it with senseless arms
My embrace with myself has just began
As the whore who has excavated
The buried saints of my fate
The face of dead parents
The tunes of old creepy children T.V shows
The ravishing smell of a pubescent liquor
Warming up my sister's belly
The deeper you dig... the stronger you feel
There is no feeling like cutting his flesh so deep
To face the old cosmic void
Where has grown the premature worm
To face the emptiness of a birth's lore
The hangover of prenatal corpse turned inside out
As the whore who has excavated
The buried saints of my fate
The face of dead parents
The tunes of old creepy children T.V shows
The ravishing smell of a pubescent liquor
Warming up my sister's belly
My teeth are now lying on the ground
My mouth is fringed with mucus of despair
Computing last patterns of nullification
I tell the nerve to seat and suck
My teeth are now lying on the ground
My mouth is fringed with mucus of despair
I finally face the I
Turn inside out to face the old cosmic void
Where has grown the premature worm
To face the emptiness of a birth's lore
The hangover of prenatal corpse
Turned inside out his glove of meat
Covers the fist of sterility, through parsecs of time
Seas of dust are rambling
Eternally fixing my core
I finally face the I
My teeth, are now, lying on the ground
My mouth is fringed with mucus of despair
Computing last patterns
Of nullification
I tell the nerve to seat and suck
I tell the nerve to seat and suck
I finally face the I
My teeth are now lying on the ground
My mouth is fringed with mucus of despair
The core where feature all perception
A suit of blood and nerves
I dig it with senseless arms
My embrace with myself has just began
As the whore who has excavated
The buried saints of my fate
The face of dead parents
The tunes of old creepy children T.V shows
The ravishing smell of a pubescent liquor
Warming up my sister's belly
The deeper you dig... the stronger you feel
There is no feeling like cutting his flesh so deep
To face the old cosmic void
Where has grown the premature worm
To face the emptiness of a birth's lore
The hangover of prenatal corpse turned inside out
As the whore who has excavated
The buried saints of my fate
The face of dead parents
The tunes of old creepy children T.V shows
The ravishing smell of a pubescent liquor
Warming up my sister's belly
My teeth are now lying on the ground
My mouth is fringed with mucus of despair
Computing last patterns of nullification
I tell the nerve to seat and suck
My teeth are now lying on the ground
My mouth is fringed with mucus of despair
I finally face the I
Turn inside out to face the old cosmic void
Where has grown the premature worm
To face the emptiness of a birth's lore
The hangover of prenatal corpse
Turned inside out his glove of meat
Covers the fist of sterility, through parsecs of time
Seas of dust are rambling
Eternally fixing my core
I finally face the I
My teeth, are now, lying on the ground
My mouth is fringed with mucus of despair
Computing last patterns
Of nullification
I tell the nerve to seat and suck
I tell the nerve to seat and suck
I finally face the I
My teeth are now lying on the ground
My mouth is fringed with mucus of despair
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Smell of a Grey Sore - Lyrics
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6. Novus Ordo Seclorum Lyrics | ▶ 7. Scarified Lyrics |
Smell of a Grey Sore - Album Credits
Members
- Moros : Bass
- Isarnos : Drums
- Zubrach : Guitars
- Sÿskùrr : Guitars
- Vestal : Vocals