Текст песни In Flames - Dead God In Me

To slit the grinning wounds
from childhood?s Seven Moons
the palette stained with the ejaculated passions
(of forbidden, hedonistic colours...)

Strike from omnipotence; all-seer, all-deemer,
and haunt my severed country
with your dripping, secret games

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You picked the unripe lilies,
deflored and peeled the bleeding petals
made known to me
the grainy stains, the crimson lotus
of the Black-Ash Inheritance,
the semen feed of gods and masters
The worms still in me,
still a part of me,
racing out from leaking rooms,
swoop from broken lungs to block the transmission

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