Bethlehem - Dead White Marten lyrics

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 d**h 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 d**h 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 d**h 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