Текст песни Spiritual Front - The Devourment Of The Will

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I breathed through your body's vivid light Inside while I lost my Will My name, cancelled itself in the Universal space of our experiences. In matter and anti-matter Our hopes have been flaked. I will be a docile worm that will twist 'Round God's mercy and your affected charity. From here on your divine son will mix with me And strewn with the golden saliva We will taste the death And in the death the conquest of the Will. We dragged our weaknesses in religion In the useless speculation of existence In every conflict, conflict between Superb pigs, pigs and dogmas. I'm weak, weak like this tired sun That deforms and rocks our babylonic path I will only know how to live in that Vulgar space between instinct and knowledge. I won't be anything more, I won't be anything more We won't be anything more I won't be anything more. The Will that pulse in the pure chest, Pure chest of your divine son Is the blinding echo of earthly humiliation That revives, revives and revives... I won't be anything more, I won't be anything more We won't be anything more I won't be anything more. Compare me with your memory With the bitter delusion of the history, The most intimate and flattering violence. Compare me with your memory With the bitter delusion of the history It's the most intimate and flattering violence. Compare me with your memory With the bitter delusion of the history It's the most intimate and flattering violence.

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