Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cursed Be Your Breast, artist - Handful of Hate. Album song To Perdition, in the genre Date of issue: 17.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aural
Song language: English
Cursed Be Your Breast |
| I despise your seasons your charming pulses with a primitive ego |
| With a primitive ego |
| I crave to bite your revered face |
| I crave to stab your dreaded breast |
| Hostile, beloved, prostitute, scourge among your begging sons |
| Nothing can be understood |
| «Make thick my blood |
| Stop up the access and passage to remorse |
| That no compunctious visiting of nature shake my fell purpose |
| Nor keep peace between the effect and it |
| Come to my woman’s breasts and take milk for gall |
| Your murdering ministers |
| Wherever, in your sightless substances |
| You wait on nature’s mischief |
| Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of Hell |
| That my keen knife see not the wound it makes |
| Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark to cry |
| Hold, hold!» |