Тексты песен «Christian Death»

Damn you with dirt and tears Damn you for years and years Damn you here's the vision Damn you two incisions Run your fingers through throbbing flesh So lavishly so hungrily No foolish tricks no crucifix Nothing can save...

I see the end, I see the end well it was open so I crawled inside And someone up ahead was crying, well someone up ahead was dying Lost in the darkness, lost in today... Well you can only lose it to your mind, you...

Damn you with dirt and tears Damn you for years and years Damn you here's the vision Damn you two incisions Run your fingers through throbbing flesh So lavishly so hungrily No foolish tricks no crucifix Nothing...

"Loneliness is to live in a world with no one there You fall on your knees in prayer, asking God for rescue No one there, I shall die as my years drag by Oh why? why me Lord? " I hear the ratters of tatters of home...

Loneliness is to live in a world with no one there you fall on your knees in prayer asking God for rescue, no one there I shall die as my years drag by Oh why? why me Lord? I hear the rattles and tatters of home...

Have the virgins with their honesty... guarantee? We move like vandals down darkened streets And talk like dime store...

Dreaming about her mother dying My mind is set at ease Number the bodies in the mortal world Spreading disease Nodding aquaintances to be sure Making 'Him' a household world Introduce realism : The Eye of the...

Dreaming about my mother dying my mind is set at ease Number the bodies in the mortal world spreading disease nodding aquaintances to be sure making 'Him' a household world Introduce realism the eye of the beholder...

Into thy loneliness comes the sound of Pan From the edge of the wilderness Behold I, man Virgins bring thee gold and spices Whores bring thee sin and vices The dew of the universe whitens thy lips Draw my dagger...

The drowning Up for three days Up for three days Down under ground for six more Incisions cannot penetrate my feet Tripping, gliding, falling numbly Hands held together with unwanted skin Ripping, hiding calling...

Ye shall cleave Drill it in Taste of sin Take me in Drilling The Hole You are my temple You are my skin On your alter Take me in Drilling The Hole I'll give you love I'll give you sin But before we begin...

Windows rattle with contempt peeling back a ring of dead roses Soon it will rain blue landscapes leading us to suffocation The walls structured high in a circle of oiled brick and legs of tin - Stonehenge tumbles...

Lie down on this pillow While I speak to you in tongues And to the Blessed Virgin Mary Beneath the cross which I hung I am kneeling in reverance To your eternal sleep To my Eternal Love I have played a shadow O' darken...

Let your eyes walk on his tongue His wife is dead she doesn't see Voices raise to emptyness Arms reaching back to face the face Children stand shut to the length of his waist Dirt swept we shiver with our mouths...

In the shallow holes of a thousand eyes In the knee deep graves of future survivors The fleshless guests live off children of the past And their aging fingers cast the shadow of death Their razor sharp tongues...

In the shallow holes of a thousand eyes In the knee-deep graves of future survivors The fleshless guests live off children of the past Their aging fingers cast the Shadow of Death Their razor sharp tongues invite to...

In the shallow holes of a thousand eyes in the knee-deep graves of future survivors The fleshless guests live off children of the past Their aging fingers cast the Shadow of Death Their razor sharp tongues invite...

In the shallow holes of a thousand eyes in the knee-deep graves of future survivors The fleshless guests live off children of the past Their aging fingers cast the Shadow of Death (Chorus) Their razor sharp tongues...

Christian Death The Fleeing Somnambulist ectoplasms roam the welcome edges of carnivorous sleep there was a man in a huge, white goats head sweeing through the German landscapes they can be made transparent...

A thousand years or so is said Gentle breeze of a flowering bed Children and fairies chattering secrets in pretty ears Gone are the years Gone are the years of sorrow and pain Gone are those years Barefoot in...