AEON (Pol) - Deus Ex Vagina lyrics

rate me

ll starts and ends

In the womb of sinful woman

The one with hair made of fire

And eyes hidden under the veil of naivety

Through the centuries the truth about her

Was defined by her capacity to procreate

On the very bottom of her humanity

Warm blood lies in a golden bowl

Women were screaming of it men were falling for it

From which blood springs hope or despair

Commandments were crawling out from her womb

And the night was covering them with lies

Fire with charm digested her sinful body

And the wind strewn about her head with the ash of her own thighs

Woman – sponger

Reflection of the reality

Your soft hands are tools of ruin

Your sinful body is a source of god

I will never show my grief again

Grief for primal privileges of humanity

Your sanctity is an incurable disease

That constrains an idea of progress

Answers shall be great events and defeat of the great

Bastards tyrants flatterers