May Result - Hold This Earth In The Hands Of Sulphur


2. Hold This Earth In The Hands Of Sulphur

 Hold this earth in the hands of sulphur
 Cut the throat of the world
 With razor-sharp knife
 Keep all love cold and rotten... in murmur

 See the torso-god begotten
 In the flames of Slavic pyres
 See decayed mankind
 In the pits of bygone centuries

 There is no gold I admire... into the Slavic fire

 See the torso-god cadaver
 Impaled on Slavic horns
 See the crucified mankind
 Leaving the last breath on the poles of destiny

 Never will I bring forth
 The warmness to my heart
 Forevermore I shall be drenched
 In everything named human... oh, Maraš

 I proclaim these are the rites of passage
 Unto grandeur, misanthropic wrath
 To purify myself from the weakling kind
 And distance oneself from deceit
 Of feeble, lesser rage... a cosmic disgrace

 Hold all life at the edge
 Of a grave that is open
 Generations united in death... unfolding

 Slay all the blind praising hallowed anthems
 Embrace buboning plague with blindfall
 Hold this soil sordid and rotten
 Hold this world in the heads of sulphur...
 Forgotten!

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