Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song El Shaddai , by - Deivos. Song from the album Theodicy, in the genre Release date: 06.10.2016
Record label: Selfmadegod
Song language: English
El Shaddai |
| By my doing you shall know me. |
| by fruits of my creation, by my anger |
| With traitorous whisper I invite the centipede to your heart |
| I burn your senses, set consciousness ablaze. |
| I distort the reality |
| I twist your hand so it may pierce your body with the dagger of fear |
| break the personalities, weaken the will |
| And stomp the soul with abhorrence. |
| I cut your legs and stab you in the back |
| In the end, you will be found guilty. |
| You have never dreamt of my love, to me. |
| to yourself |
| Embracing the two-faced snake. |
| venomous kisses |
| Treacherous promises, death for life |
| All or this, hall you receive, come hell and high water |
| I should gift you down your throat. |
| Choking on your life, you shall praise my name — El Shaddai |
| Plucking the eyes of your consciousness |
| Gutting your id. |
| rejecting yourself |
| You are the chosen one. |
| the messiah of your fate |
| The lamb upon the altar of my airs and graces. |
| For every thought running from its despair |
| I shall pierce your foot with a thousand of needles. |
| And every time you look away, I visit your children |
| As the knout dressed in black |
| «Come forth my child. |
| accept the Word of the Lord» |
| And every time you seek comfort. |
| I am there for you, yet you’ll receive nothing but bitterness |
| I am not your father. |
| you’ve never been worthy |
| You are no better than dirt and the dust. |
| the maggot. |
| I loathe you |
| A cattle fit for slaughter. |
| on the halter of superstition |
| Meager in your pursuits. |
| blind for tomorrow |
| The winds of my ego have stormed through the forest of man’s desires |
| Pulling out the roots of conscience |
| I have found my place in hearts and minds of those seeking truth |
| Malignant tumor. |
| Virus the Creator. |
| the ageless plague |
| My appetite insatiate |
| I devour the prayers with the thousands of mouths |
| Then I digest and defecate |
| I harvest my worship with hands folded in prayer… |