Tribulation - The Motherhood of God lyrics

Blessed be the hands whose touch is fire Blessed be a d**h that takes you higher Whatever your faith is, that verily is you The crack in the skull, the knife that cuts you through Holy bosom, sacred space Chthonic powers, descending grace Supreme Mother to the orphans of god In the shadow lands of the world your deities abound Nebulæ swirl like dust by your lotus feet The above contained within, the whole complete Dweller of invisible landscapes of blood and bone Omniscent, immanent, present and unknown Holy bosom, sacred space Chthonic powers, descending grace Supreme Mother to the orphans of god In the shadow lands of the world your deities abound Blessed be the hands whose touch is fire Blessed be a d**h that takes you higher In awe we stand of The Motherhood of God! In awe we stand of The Motherhood of God! Holy bosom, sacred space Chthonic powers, descending grace Supreme Mother to the orphans of god In the shadow lands of the world your deities abound