| I hereby raise a monument over my brothers' death
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| And I’ll carry his burdens mystery
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| YAH!
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| A snow of ancient art lies heavy on this barren land
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| Falling down in a wide whirling inferno of celestial orgasm
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| Don’t they see the embryos quiet swile
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| Or my nails in the behind of her?
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| Groan at the blizzard
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| Drink a cup of midnight kiss
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| Abandonned and pregnant she is
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| Daughters and Sons
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| Don’t you see your mother is lying forgotten in the snow?
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| Buried in its long pale wedding dress of winter
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| Drenched in the secret of jesus christ’s pitiful god
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| HA! |
| Lady born of good
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| She’s tight as a nun
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| Oh spirit of naked fun
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| The winter night smiles at your beauty
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| There is no white birth only black death
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| Watch a bloody grin cut you in two
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| In the snowdrift crucified by a weak humanity
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| All of you innocent will be punished
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| Let me feed your cunt at the ocean of rapes
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| Behold my wrath as I gently crack your hips
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| Hear my starved sigh slowly passing the frostlands
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| Creeps lie still in your cradle
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| And I’ll make you sleep at fullmoon
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| Sodomy, depressions, war and hate follow me to conquer
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| I will hold you in my cloak
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| And feed you with my dagger of lies
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| Little one nothing is fair
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| She’s at her very last
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| In these lands so vast
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| Swollow my spirit!
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| For do they know who I am
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| Or whom I’ve been somewhere in a distant past?
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| The froth freezes on my lips as I see the red room
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| Lie wide, open up, let me touch and let me kill
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| At this attic of the lost
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| My stare of empty and ice
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| And those crystal tears from your eyes
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| Watch the snow turn red
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| And my brother is my daughter
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| The mother’s worthless body lies cold
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| Lift your cups for Satan smiles |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slowly Passing the Frostlands / a Winterland's Tear, artist - Ophthalamia. Album song Via Dolorosa, in the genre