Death Ss - Paraphernalia lyrics

rate me

There is no heaven of glory bright and no hell where sinners roast.

Here and now is your day of torment

Here and now is your day of joy!

[A.S. LaVey]

Arise, o man, in thy strenght! The kingdom is thine to inherit.

Fill the high gods witness at lenght

That man is the lord of his spirit

[A. Crowley]

When I become death

Death is the seed from which I grow

[W.S. Borroughs]

In the centre of the centre of the centre

Of our body, the blood flows

Like an obscure river.

And sailing the obscure river of this blood

We reach the immortal drop of our conscience.

Come in the panic theatre!

Come with us in the centre of the centre

Of flesh and blood,

And drink the eternal drop of our conscience

That cannot die!

[A. Jodorowsky]