Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brethren of the Cross, artist - Kayo Dot.
Date of issue: 28.10.2021
Song language: English
Brethren of the Cross |
At harvest time the reaper lies dead amidst the sheaves |
His scythe lies beside him |
The smoky skies darken |
Everywhere are the fires and the mass graves growing |
And the knell, knell, knell |
Countless knelling on the split church bell |
By a man of faith who worships water and wine |
And turns the dying away from his cold stonework shrine |
He prays to the god of their torments |
Whil in the muddy street the peopl die unshriven |
Watch them scourge themselves |
And carry the cross of their oppressor |
Two twisted branches stripped, bound |
Tied rough together by leprous hands |
The parade of degenerates sprinkle their blood |
It splashes the face of a filthy child |
Wild eyes watching from beside a thatched-roof cottage |
Sleeping mother decompose inside |
On a straw bed rank with soil |
The flies give praise |
Procession of demons stripped of dignity and pride |
Offering of hope in the icon of bleeding vanity |
Torn and bloody and seeping into the ground |
Like the seeping of bodies rotting |
Those that forgot to be forgotten |
Pass the time, pass the town |
Pass the bloody vomit down |
Bury the dead, burn the living |
Run away screaming |
God of torment raping, feeling |
The skeletons of thousands contorted |
By the throes of anguish |
By the All-Merciful aborted |
Moving on, a serpent slithers |
A grotesque menagerie of grovelling sinners |
That beat themselves bloody and sip their torment |
To the next stinking pyre |
To the next sobbing choir |
Lazy eye rolls in trance |
Drown in blood, Death and dance |
Stone rolled away from Paschal tomb |
Madman possessed, roll in gloom |
God on High breathe in fumes |
While below the Brethren salivate |
Creep from dawn until the pyres |
Twist the shadows and their cross into a shambling nightmare |