Текст песни: From the Fruit of the Womb, the Liveliness and the Fatigue + перевод

The fruit of the womb is still strong

For the firstborn in Mary’s arms

Will learn the pure child’s play

In gentle embraces of the world

Where that swampy and creeping water

Of that obscure existence

Washes its glutinous streams

Around the heir’s expectant bones

But the firstborn

In Mary’s arms

Will learn the

Pure child’s play

The liveliness is a whore

For the trialed digs deep

The faithful will’s spade into

The deepest dungeons of devotion

Where that will to live is being

Sucked out of human bodies

As a fee for their shortly

Lasting light-heartedness

But the trialed digs deep

The faithful will’s spade

Into the deepest dungeons

Of devotion

The fatigue’s eye is a friend

For the enraptured loses his meagre home

Smouldering in the embers

Of too long digging hands

Where that agony is prepared

To give a new home

Buried underneath the ruins

Of its suffocating power

But the enraptured loses

His meagre home

Smouldering in the embers

Of too long digging hands

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