Lyrics The Flemish Obituary - Genus Ordinis Dei

The Flemish Obituary

I turn into a man every time the sun goes down
I just need to take off my ring and start to fill every blank page
He has no time for this, He’s not strong enough
He belongs to a different social position, the highest one
If only they knew the truth, maybe we could live as one
If only we know the truth, maybe they will accept who we are
If only we lived as one, we could have died as one
I dress the divine appearance when sun comes up
I put my will in every blank page
I write the history devouring ivory
Both my lives suffering this great disease
I can convince myself
God will have mercy on me
In one of my lives I speak for him
He can grant me this
Ninety-nine ever burning candles enlightening me once more
I mix this slow-release poison with absinthe and sacred blood
I write the history devouring ivory
I write the ending of agony
I turn into a man every time the sun goes down
I just need to take off my ring and start to fill every blank page
I dress the divine appearance when sun comes up
I put my will in every blank page
I write the history devouring ivory
Both my lives suffering this great disease
I write the history devouring ivory
I write the ending of agony