Текст (слова) песни: Cryptopsy - Graves Of The Fathers
Sextons of the churchyard Have seen unblessed things; Ground no longer hallowed Has sprouted new graves.
Descendants of clan That unsurped maternity hear whispers in their blood; This summons of the Fathers.
Adherence to the principle Of "man by woman born"... Anachronistic ritual Soon to be obsolete.
"Forgive me Father For I know not what I do; My grave beckons As irresistable as drawing breath."
Nature abhors a vacuum, The same is true to a tomb... It cannot be empty. A barren womb of plenty... A vacant grave must be filled. For this the Fathers` will, Material birth be abjure, A mother`s cunt is unpure.
Sired in blasphemy, In nocturnal obeisance to rotted hearts Filled with necrolatry Reverse the life cycle be reborn through Death.
"Forgive me Father For I know not what I do; I leave a void to fill one, Hear my prayers from far below."
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