Consummatum Est - Hypnagogia lyrics
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Tracks
01. Dolls And Ravens
Scarlet moon, eye of a dead angel
Whose glance have gotten lost in the divine sperm
Ashes cover your cold naked body
Where hungry dummies come to feast
In orgy of dolls and ravens parades over the sea
All is phosphoric and full of flies
The stench of dead flesh was too strong
Can you count all the teeth and tongues on the ground?
Scarlet moon, eye of a dead angel
Whose glance dies among the waves of our lust
Embrace me and eat my right eye
The miracle is completed, cut me half
02. Hypnagogia-Prospectus
They are all around me
A slow procession of eyeless wraiths
Step by step, melting in my mouth
Trying to scream, to break through the inner i'd
Snakes slither in the meaninglessness of time
Past, present and future are bleeding from my eyes
It's like giving birth a cadaver
Or burying a cradle with a baby in it
Please don't let them take me away
The putrid womb of a dead virgin awaits
I'd like to expose my bones to you
Sketching a shadow in the light
Kneeling in my own vitreous humor
I aim for my sleep in deep agony
Shivering, it takes my corpse away
I think i've never woken up
03. Consummatum Est
I've seen the fall of man
One last breath before the silence
Death rattle in the darkness
One last tear before the rain
I've seen children of war
Melting under the sun of shame
Consummatum est!
The sky cries it's fallen ones
Angels that loose their wings
Consummatum est!
We must kneel down
In front of the end
We must admit that
We have always mistaken
04. Vertebra
Under the indefensible weight of the sky
The theatre of loss displays three coffins
Four stiff bodies in dark corners
Empty cradles rock in silence
Broken mirrors reflect infinite realities
No reality is certain
A violet sun shines with halogen reflections
For sleepers with inflated venters
Under the undefensible weight of the sky
Thousands of waves bring unknown voices
Thousands of voices bring certain mirrors
Lunar tongues relish amniotic rainbows
Infinite days perish in amniotic fluids
The choir of the dead
Recites its three rosaries
The crown is like a noose
The seventh grain is a vertebra
Worms swarm in twisted tongues
Blood from the ears and tears in the hands
Sperm in heaven for crawling angels
Sperm in heaven for thirsty virgins
Amen
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