I heard the voice that is the sum of all love
and I was changed
I died on a widow’s lips
I heard the world pray with a lisp
but my own lips were burned clean
by a blessed kiss
I was transformed
by a cleansing fire
left alive in its wake
just to see the death of all men
the first letter is heavy on my brow
a great sword laid the night aside
a great sword flayed the night alive
and I was shown the organs of the firmament
and the veins of sorrow
that ruptured and wept
the blood that ran
was a river that fed my soul
and filled up the cup of my mind
till it overflowed
soaking my bones, my tongue, my lungs
and my guts that were filled with the shit of the world
I pinned myself to a throat filled with song
with nails that I drove through my wrists
my side was pierced by blue lightning
there were thieves at both of my sides
they held my hands as I fell
and was swallowed by the night
that was flayed alive
that was drawn from between my lips
as I spoke of the end
and the death of all men
and the souls that rise from decay
that are called to the naked breast of the night
that was flayed alive
and I know that some men become angels
it is written in hidden books
but it is written just the same
Vocals: haunted, and subversive. Guitars: splintered shrieks. Drum machine: grim, unrelenting nausea. Visceral noise, with a hook that gets stuck in in your throat. Just try spitting them out. Stranger Killings
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