Exage - Ergot In The Rye | Текст песни

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Smell of grief impends above the cursed soil
That was revered by self-appointed men of God
Buzzing flies and omnipresent lice
Swarmed the piles of half-eaten remains

Crackling of a bonfire
Ergot in the rye

Black horns of death hidden in sprouts of life
Draws one's last breath faster than hunger does

Acquaint me with your world
I know there is no fraud

Ergot in the rye ripens into
Saint Anthony's fire burns my spirit and my body
Never felt so enormous
Visions in my mind feed on rising stream of

Ergot in the rye ripens into
Saint Anthony's fire burns my spirit and my body

Blurred look stops at fuzzy silhouette
Start to sweat and feel an approaching threat
Bosch's pictures return to life
Hell-spawned chimaeras begin to feast and thrive


Take control of a weak and wasted mind
Reveal an old dust-covered place inside
Choose your way to overthrow the views
Rewrite a rite of dance, make it convulse

Something in my mind is growing
Capturing my feelings and my breath
Ergot in the rye is blowing
Bringing closer the day of redeeming death

I know you are going to reign over my life till it’s done


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