Paroles de Graves Of The Fathers
Sextons of the churchyardHave seen unblessed things;
Ground no longer hallowed
Has sprouted new graves.
Descendants of clan
That unsurped maternity
hear whispers in their blood;
This summons of the Fathers.
Adherence to the principle
Of "man by woman born"...
Anachronistic ritual
Soon to be obsolete.
"Forgive me Father
For I know not what I do;
My grave beckons
As irresistable as drawing breath."
Nature abhors a vacuum,
The same is true to a tomb...
It cannot be empty.
A barren womb of plenty...
A vacant grave must be filled.
For this the Fathers' will, In nocturnal obeisance to rotted hearts
Filled with necrolatry
Reverse the life cycle be reborn through Death.
"Forgive me Father
For I know not what I do;
I leave a void to fill one,
Hear my prayers from far below."
hear whispers in their blood;
This summons of the Fathers.
Adherence to the principle
Of "man by woman born"...
Anachronistic ritual
Soon to be obsolete.
"Forgive me Father
For I know not what I do;
My grave beckons
As irresistable as drawing breath."
Nature abhors a vacuum,
The same is true to a tomb...
It cannot be empty.
A barren womb of plenty...
A vacant grave must be filled.
For this the Fathers' will, In nocturnal obeisance to rotted hearts
Filled with necrolatry
Reverse the life cycle be reborn through Death.
"Forgive me Father
For I know not what I do;
I leave a void to fill one,
Hear my prayers from far below."
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