Cryptopsy - Angelskingarden текст песни

Touched by Jeqon
the Inciter,
well-rounded womanflesh
doth tempt
the Angels of the Watch
to sin,
and their Sons are
Nephilim

Thrice Blessed are we in His Garden:
we have the Word, our health, our kin:
as we "go forth and multiply,"
we take from each other's skin

Endogamy: the Choice of millions
in (all their) Elemental ugliness:
in the echoes of Repitition,
Imperfection sires itself

Nothing in Life
has any business being Perfect:
it's an affront
to anyone with good taste

Choice is Divine,
so choose Family over stangers;
why trouble the Waters
of the gene pool for a mate?

Carbon Vessel
carbon content
carbon copy
...Carbonize...

Like a lump between to surgeons,
Man quivers 'twixt desire and need;
the Law is the Will, and we've chosen
the Kingdom of Which we would be

In filial Sect,
we are Genesis Incarnate:
in our faces,
see Manifest Destiny

(and) leave nothing alive

With thoughts of Heaven come deeds of flesh:
we'd look once more upon His Holy Visage,
and our children whom we've known and wed
(are) our means to recreate His Image

In lurking Fear of His Displeasure
after dark, between their cries,
in the Eye of the Beholder:
this is where Beauty dies