SONG LYRICS & CHORDS (E)

Toda la devoción que puedo soportar / De un solo ser servicial / Toda la dimensión de su escasa libertad...

[Sexo, prostitución y drogas, han llevado a María Magdalena a su particular cruz: SIDA] / Es el país de la luna oscura / Es la habitación deshabitada...

[Antes de enterrarle en un nicho anónimo, Jesús intenta hablar desde el ataúd a su compañera, y comienza a dudar de su fe. Mientras, todo sigue igual...] / Donde la lluvia nace y la luna flirtea / Con mi mala estrella aún sigo pensando en ti...

[Satanás es la imagen que devuelve el espejo, al mirarse Jesús en él. Es el lado oscuro que cada hombre quiere esconder] / Si tú piensas que tan sólo soy el reflejo del fracaso / Verás lo equivocado que puedes estar...

Dying faulting falling world / Down with future dark turmoil / Non existing chance to live...

Fallen in decay / Inflowing shades / The oppressed revolt...

APSU / TIAMUT / LAHMU AND LAHAM...

Reflex in the sky warn you you're gonna die / Storm coming, you'd better hide from the atomic tide / Flashes in the sky turns houses into sties...

Last night the word came down, ten dead in Chinatown. / Innocent, their only crime was being in the wrong place, / at the wrong time...

All alone now / Except for the memories / Of what we had and what we knew...

Ego selfish prima donna / Dancing in your poisoned cage / Thinking that your conscience's clearer...

Reflex in the sky warn you you're gonna die / Storm coming, you'd better hide from the atomic tide / Flashes in the sky turns houses into sties...

I've been running nowhere street / I've got to mend my bloody feet / I've thrown away ten thousand days...

To fear You, to love You, to seek You / To be near You, to be of You, be in You / To know You, show You, need You...

Awakened by an unquenchable addiction / To walk hand in hand with death / Exhumed to transcend the walls of the coffin...

Admiring the syphilitic visage, of the pustule ridden genitals that I adore / Oozing sebum and pus dribbling on the labia, leaves me panting for more / Vaginal excrements fume and funk, the stench of festering menstrual discharge...

Consumption of flesh as dead tissue is uncreated / Rancid smoke effervesces as your torpid corpse is cremated / Another inert mutilated mess is sent up in flames...

In the deadest of nights I perform a graveside disservice / Disinhuming the remains of those who I deem to deserve this / A corpse dead to rights will undergo this rigorous trashing...

Behind the scenes of destiny / I adore you in this song for me / Call me within your holy house to dwell...

Intracranial inflammation tormenting my addled gray matter / Brings the pressure that builds ‘til my skulls set to shatter / The vexating, purulent ulcer that plagues the seat of my reason...

Lead fills - Matt / In the dissection of flesh and the sawing of bone / I've coaxed confessions from the lips of the dead...

Cleaving away at any extremity, from his torso his appendages are ripped / Another pass of my chainsaw, and his leg is disjoined at the hip / Cutting with my shoulder blade, his forearm I lustily seize...

Fastened down and secured to the operating table / With scalpels and cutlery I will work upon your aesthetics / A most afflictive process you are made to endure...

Tombstones trampled in my wake, as I see to a matter quite grave / The earth is turned as my claim is staked, besoiling my pickaxe, trowel and stave / Caskets pounded and splintered until they bust, flesh, bone and casket give way...

A sombre study in an ashen shade of grey / The haunting eyes of the lifeless not yet rotten / Embalming fluid stave off incursive decay...

By night I return to the storage shed / Anxious to catch a glimpse of the dead / Nervously, I unbolt the door...

From deep in the vault comes the sound of flesh cleaving / Limbs are sawed off as mourners are bereaving / Sarcophagi splattered with offal and bile...

Elastisized outrage, Things are falling down / Elastisized outrage / Now is the day, the time to change...

Words like violence / Break the silence / Come crashing in...

Reflex in the sky, / warn you you're gonna die / Storm coming, you'd better hide...