Lyrics Ceremonial Swamp - Onirophagus

Ceremonial Swamp

Your body is mud
So what.
What’s the problem?
Ceremonial water.
Instincts of life
Claws in the air, any priest yet
Semen, infection
The roots of the plague
Mankind as a virus.
Virus of life
We are impure
We’re flesh and sand
Primitive, iniquitious animal
With no ideologies
Or clear moral sense
Black ritual concurrence
Ceremonial swamp for your clan
Decapitation of the well- beheaded
Precious stones in our foreheads
Spirituality of your flesh
Purity of your simple thoughts
Swimming in the liquids of life
Far from the drey seas of death