Liturgy - Aesthethica lyrics
Tracks 01. High Gold
02. True Will 03. Returner 04. Generation 05. Tragic Laurel 06. Sun Of Light 08. Glory Bronze 09. Veins Of God 10. Red Crown 11. Glass Earth 12. Harmonia 01. High Gold
High gold
Holy noon Ribbons of gas Flailing across the Sun Boil the anchors Scatters the spangles Lift up the limp red tongs Scald the glowing gauntlets And molten coin Eradicate the shadows Ignite the wool High gold Holy noon Ribbons of gas Flailing across the Sun 02. True Will
Floating upwards
Lungs filling up with air As God inhales me Into the impossible I wave a sad goodbye To each newly conquered territory Nomad hearth Consuming its own home The glow of warm joy Leaving dry form Carcass Ashes True will Green life scraped from copper vaults Silver pins in crippled cartilage Ballooning substrate of eternity Without reason's diamond Without imagination True will Inhalation Magnet charger Lightning Blaze Everything that ever was Slightly changes Green life scraped from copper vaults Silver pins in crippled cartilage Ballooning substrate of eternity Without reason's diamond 03. Returner
Returner
Bursting Universal Violation of the law Renamer God destroyer of a God Returner Violation of the law Plant toxic bombs in marble tombs Redeemer Stream the universal us Through optical ISP transmission lines Crack my fathers' spines And sail me to Chimera Lay down a long leg And elegant toe And let me buckle your sandal 04. Generation
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05. Tragic Laurel
The hero's statue drips with stones
Parched dried up like his bones The tragic laurel goes To the temples As their doors come to a close The lava blows Vesuvius Blushes Underneath his clothes The tragic laurel goes With the torso Locked in contrappasto pose The tragic laurel goes The tragic laurel goes The tragic laurel goes 06. Sun Of Light
Good genius
Offering itself in flickers Everywhere fragile flashes Wormholes into an unconceived future Sun of Sun of Sun Sun of Sun of Sun Beads of acid Bedfeathers flying Through dried up gashes of air Indices of the moment When nature's necklace was clipped And her pearls sprayed everywhere Sun of Sun of Sun 08. Glory Bronze
Gashed shoulders and crippled loins
Huge steampunk boulders Nestling between cargo khaki knees Magenta flush across your cheek Eyes on the horizon On the oasis siren On pairs of Tits Helicopter of vultures Tornado senselessly a'whirl You diagonalize You tear the continents apart And plunge into the gulf And flush your eyes with crime And hoard up all the rubles Glory Bronze Glory Bronze Along As the blood of God Bursts the veins of time Give your avatar a kiss An sbyss spits out another sbyss 09. Veins Of God
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10. Red Crown
Rub the red crown
Tie the knot of veins Red crown White collar Golden tooth Hang the chandelier of bones Rub the red crown Wear a purple robe of meat A sparrow flits his feather Like a chain of bubbles Soaking in heat Fucking in an orgy Of primordial undecidability From chaos to the brain I am an army of pulses My hard skin is a flute My brawn is a catapult Rub the red crown Tie the knot of veins Rub the red crown Hang the chandelier of bones 11. Glass Earth
Hey
12. Harmonia
Hurry weave me an old crystal web
Spheres of glass fight with axes of lead Orbs of eyes hands of fathers of eggs Hearts of shitwire hangers of heads Chase of fortunes chafing red thighs Caustic scales female justice averred Hum together O little angels Little bees crying in mirrors of wax Hum together sections of agriculture Hum together battlers of valor Twang together frothing with reveined eyes Glossolaliac little Jews harps Wagging tongues dance with throats of raw ululation Drip from jowls ye hot drops of prey Harmonia Hum O bothered web Pull the hinges out from under your door frames Puff an honest cough from your chest Bend gymnastic O supple children Shear the wool from your innocent flesh Harmonia Throb with sex O heartless web Hurry weave me an old crystal web Spheres of glass fight with axes of lead Orbs of eyes hands of fathers of eggs Hearts of shitwire hangers of heads Chase of fortune chafing red thighs Mounted hips wrinkled old drippy eyes |