Hortus Animae - God And His Disgusting Children lyrics

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Hortus Animae - God And His Disgusting Children lyrics

Towers of ruins are standing tall, towards a gray and wrathful sky Derelict stoups dirty with drool, can’t satisfy the thirst of mice Inhale the fever The walls of cry do crumble down, fulfilling lungs with abrasive ash On wounded knees, the time is now, to curve the back to the stash No bulwark there to spurn the slugs, drained by the scorching sun Leaving a trail they crawl and tug, more and more stunned, no longer shun Inhale the fever, now In a line of lepers, now I’ll stand in line before the ministry I’ll stand in line for my soul to save I’ll stand in line, but still I’m consumed By pain and regret, it’s k**ing me Inhale the fever Preserved bodies prone to worship, wedged between bricks and mould Crusts of blood poison the surface, angrily stuck to the power they hold Rusted chalices on forsaken altars, kept precious fluids for the wretched Strong statues stagger and falter, when their resoluteness gets banished Inhale the fever, now In a line of lepers, now I’ll stand in line before the ministry I’ll stand in line for my soul to save I’ll stand in line, but still I’m consumed By pain and regret, it’s k**ing me Inhale the fever, now The creatures of the sunrise are fading in the night Shade by shade they vanish, a process that is trite The creatures of the sunrise have been fading in the night Abhorring the blinding starlight that erode their very life Children, disgusting children, deformed and helpless Off the womb of sanctity Children, repulsive children, reborn from filth Animus disguised as mercy Inhale the fever, now Inhale the fever, now In a line of lepers, now I’ll stand in line before the ministry I’ll stand in line for my soul to save I’ll stand in line, but still I’m consumed By pain and regret, it’s k**ing me Inhale the fever, now In a line of lepers, now I’ll stand in line before the ministry I’ll stand in line for my soul to save I’ll stand in line, but still I’m consumed By pain and regret, it’s k**ing me Inhale the fever, in a line of lepers, now