Today I Caught the Plague - Sorrowbred | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Today I Caught the Plague
• Sorrowbred

Oh brother,
Osiris, sweet lover and lord,
I'll seek out your corpse,
scouring the shorelines in woe;
promising vengeance on
self-decreed reaper,
long wailing and hailing discord,
'round Nile,
whose waters are teeming
with beasts in the evening,
but deathly calm,
revering victims of envy's scorn.
Cursed, cursed souls;
fate-bound we in throes.

Oh love,
in thirteen parts,
fourteen made in sibling ire,
live,
regenerate in me.
All of the time in grieving forgotten,
in one sexual embrace,
semi-sweet strokes,
draw us close,
to grant a son.
'Fore second life you've been granted's gone,
grant me a killer to avenge you;
to deal rightful death.
A killer to slay kinsman;
to steal living breath.

Today I Caught the Plague еще тексты