BETHLEHEM LYRICS

1. Devilcrazy God Thirteen

I am not only a color
but lately 17 and 3
As the 11th will eventually die.

Time is brief and never longer
therefore I allow my shoulder to bury
and all my fingers line one by one
Then I can deny the black hole
and deeply fold in a chasity of insights

Next time we listen to your blood and it results in the sin of my strangled sprat as half watch the loud pitch laugh in your vicinity
And the evilly humored temptation tarnish fruit-bearing Suicide
My saddle will skid no further into tomorrow
And in 1955 the dead will die in the infernal oblivion of my own domain
However, we won't conquer like Erinnyen in page two but rather stalk our soulless nature in 3 shades of grey

To Caress a delusion sometimes causes a peculiar presence which behaves how a deeply sunken razor would sound in blood and consequently our echos let a glow in the breastless Bestiarium.
No
As my poisoned Shadows broke in two from the Zodiacal Light and only farther a displeased death of the struggling odoring
Shock of a horned blade in the perfection of Animalistic Lust
Decorating itself in a disgusting Vesture
Bacchanten Climbed Icy Abysses yet, it won't Bring Forth the tender damnation
Necessity to breed is blinded by the Oviparious yearn for death.
And those not against God & Lucifer are suspicious
A dissolute force highhandedly requires danger
When Death Rings for several luckless Maids
Bluish Anarchy will instill over the Gates of Naked lust
Only an elder enrichment of the boiling-points to forgive my life
Will the Blasphemic Origin contribute to all the Graven Feet of the downfall.

2. Thou Shalt Kill Yourself

Aimless priest of sarcasm
Breeding a rich suffering
When they're walking naked
a raw species is rotting

Where Angels had once danced
and lied to the pale black
now sparrows fall down to the side
and explore deception with comic irony

Like needle stitches in Singularities
expired and prolonged in penance
There lies in cold the gardener of both races
And blights variables of
Dead necessity and space

Like needle stitches in Singularities
expired and prolonged in penance
There lies in cold the gardener of both races
And blights variables of
Dead necessity and space

But don't listen to me tomorrow
I can bring you the comforting proof
Could go down to the maternal dark
where dimness & chaos
judge heaven and earth.

3. Yesterday I Already Killed Myself Today

Even now where I adjoin the wick
Architeuthis princeps finds himself
On a Quest after the religious Satan
for a naive sin in a desolate accommodation

And when the child with the bloody mouth
Was denied the last kiss
It wasn't an answer to the last one

Fountain go to your Brother...
Then not a collar comes there of
Is he still red from the ice melting?

Why does the young copy have to like
the anomalies of a machine heart?

by now there are strange shadows
that move where once lonely foot steps
performed the dance that cried for heaven

Why does the young copy have to like
the anomalies of a machine heart?

by now there are strange shadows
that move where once lonely foot steps
performed the dance that cried for heaven.

4. Dead White Marten

5. Through Stained Touch Of My Nemesis

Possibly, unexpected
Allowing a Scorpion that
Of what we still don't know
And let it fall in sculptured blood
By the Swing of his scrotum

The Putatives Grade your pre-judging swoon
Overflowing bashfully to the view of a Shaved God
in the brutal Darkness of an abandoned Horse eye

A second Scissor obtains admission
over fivefolds of sorrow
and it wasn't just the Chaos
knitted like clothes
Then when a flaming creature did it
in the self-chosen dances of death
And the Darker ones lead
The Seraphs who hurriedly chase the sounds
To Keep back the thoughts of Bursting
A pissed Eel,
Whose effigy steps over the edge of the Abyss

No Flames reach me
and no one is already there
Where my death Discords with
an Enslaved toy base

No Nail Shadows tears through the stillness
Of my submissive return home
Yet, only to Directly sit itself on a shorter sword belt
Over the consumed shame of my darken ardor

Death Believes negligence instigates with vehemence
across the pale ashes that broods a ready to fry Love
and the once straight beam is now bent
and strapped to the wick no more.

6. Nexus

Even our terrestrially penalization in darkness
Strides unscared in the ruin of immaterialistic density

Sacred incest imitates Zoonosen in debility
As soon as the shallow places fatally interprete annoyed wasps

The seemingly dead undermine inactive cycles in decadence
as long as prohibited idiocy indiscretly exposes rear-view pictures

rarely skulk inherent hermaphrodites their demons
but speak in provisional wrath amongst humility

7. Lingering Fart (A Fart Standing Still)

8. As I Still Puked Caulerpa Taxifolia

9. Vargtimmen

10. Death Is Soft Stool...

11. Reflections On Dying

BETHLEHEM LYRICS