Mordicus - Blood Under Ice


Smile of angel 
Is just a vomit of beast
And lust of virgin
The truth in her dreams
Child so fragile
Now buried under frost
Wander among alive
It turned to lost

I feast the sun
And hail the moon
There are my roots
Black goat of woods

Deep in those fainted eyes
The blind gleam of blood...
Blood under ice

Listen the howling of darkness
Feel the freeze and mystique moon
You see those shining lights
Now life is just blood under ice

Looking the children play
I smell their flesh
And imagine it's taste
Nuns I feel the stench
Of their cunts 
Whores of god

Whores of god
God of whores

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