Graves Of The Fathers Lyrics
Sextons of the churchyardHave seen unblessed things;Ground no longer hallowedHas sprouted new gravesDescendants of clanThat unsurped maternityhear whispers in their blood;This summons of the FathersAdherence to the principleOf "man by woman born":Anachronistic ritualSoon to be obsolete"Forgive me FatherFor I know not what I do;My grave beckonsAs irresistable as drawing breath"Nature abhors a vacuum,The same is true to a tombIt cannot be emptyA barren womb of plentyA vacant grave must be filled.For this the Fathers' willMaterial birth be abjureA mother's cunt is unpureSired in blasphemyIn nocturnal obeisance to rotted heartsFilled with necrolatryReverse the life cycle be reborn through Death."Forgive me FatherFor I know not what I do;I leave a void to fill oneHear my prayers from far below"
Crystal Age Graves Of The Fathers
