Текст песни: Thou Who Parts Flesh + перевод

Oh cutter of veins

Thou who parts flesh

Red are the roses you grow

Let me this night

Be the soil from which you nourish

Deliver into limbs

Your rhythmic slaughter

Tender is the wound

Shooting trickles through the sky

And the freezing that follows

Ramming concrete

The snap of wet bone

Protruding its wrappings

And the sickening delight

Of discovering therein;

There is virtue in mourning

Stab and burn

With slashing vengeance

Like a constant churn

This millstone penance

I loose well if nothing else

I smile not

Life passes by

With giant leaps

In slow motion

Steal not this from me

Oh beautiful love

Undeserving as I am

Of your caring affection

Chances are I’ll let you all down

The essence of my being

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