Testo di 'Thorn Of My Omnipotence' di Bethlehem

Christ, thou pale queen of the clotted bloodrain
Suffocate in the omnipotence of my
death-bringing
heritage
that, shaped like a scythe,
will be the last hand to the resurrection

Buried in the noble evaporation of greed and
penance
My horror of the third cross yields
to the sweet temptation of an unpure tasting
little grave

Blood
Oh thou, my unpure flesh
turn yellow in the present
kill the tomorrow
promise of the last dwelling
brought to the grave
forgive my nakedness

Blood
Hypocrite in me
born of decay
of anarchy
of dead flesh

Deliverance
forgive me my shrine
forgive me my soul

Blackness
The forbidden lines
and always only death
the unquenched thirst
the copper scent
the bursting inferno
yet where will I be
will be the virginity
will be the faith
of the writhing flame
of my bestial blasphemy

Blood
thou blackened hope
of my final judgement
the dying me
secured in a bloodstained cloth
secured in very eternal peace

Lost
eternally lost
stride into your death

For know,
where darkness reigns,
I am.