Dead God in Me Lyrics

To slit the grinning wounds
From childhood's seven moons
The palette stained with the ejaculated passions
(of forbidden, hedonistic colors...)Strike from omnipotence; all-seer, all-deemer
And haunt my severed country with your
Dripping, secret gamesYou pick the unripe lilies
Deflowered and peeled the bleeding petals
Made known to me
The grainy stains, the crimson lotus
Of the Black-Ash inheritance,
The semen feed of gods and masters
The worms still in me,
Still a part of me,
Racing out from leaking rooms,
Swoop from broken lungs to block the transmission
To put an end to the nomad yearsFather
You are the
Dead god in me

Songwriters
STROEMBLAD, JESPER CLAES HAAKAN/GELOTTE, BJOERN INGVAR/FRIDEN, ANDERS PAR/STROEMBLAD, JESPER CLAES HAAKAN/GELOTTE, BJOERN INGVAR/FRIDEN, ANDERS PARPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.