Ingurgitating Oblivion - Poetry Of The Flesh lyrics

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<div class="showResultLinks">Hast thine eye beheld yon enmity<br />

That dwells in ye Great Deep?<br />

Gazing into ye grand womb, hence<br />

Incising ye vapours that hover above<br />

Why doest thou deify thine own<br />

Ethereal... stillbirth?<br />

Infidel thrall, thou art ye servant of - incessant void, <br />

Thine potency is absorbed by ye barren plains - of yon orbed soul-ruin<br />

Doest thine masturbation by Stygian shores - bring relief?<br />

Ye infamous chasm exhales dulcet symphonies - thou cannot sense<br />

Thus, thou perdition is infinite, <br />

Thou rapest thine innermost companion, <br />

And thine semen restrains thine... <br />

Poetry... of the flesh<br />

Doest thou transgress ye dreams from beyond... ?<br />

Thou... rejoicest in thine glory obscured, <br />

Idea parts from ye incarcerated entity<br />

That writhes in physical dimensions, <br />

The Great Deep vomits forth yon<br />

Ethereal foetus - that makes ye angels weep, <br />

Doest thou desire to accept it's eyes... ?<br />

Art thou willing to transfix ye dreams from beyond?<br />

Thine disdain of ye transcendent symphony enslaves ye image<br />

Of Creation and thereupon bringest forth ye loss of paradise, <br />

Art thou ye one almighty besmeared with ye blood of all gods?<br />

Thine eye beheld yon enmity<br />

That dwells in ye Great Deep?<br />

Gazing into ye grand womb, hence<br />

Incising ye vapours that<br />

Hover above<br />

Thou divest into ye<br />

Exhalations... <br />

To assume and inhale<br />

Ye metrical lunacy<br />

That savest thee from<br />

Ye immanent<br />

Stygian Flood... <br />

Infidel thrall, thou art ye servant of - incessant void, <br />

Thine potency is absorbed by ye barren plains - of yon orbed soul-ruin<br />

Ye infamous chasm exhales dulcet symphonies - thou cannot sense... <br />

Thou divest into ye exhalations to assume and inhale ye metrical lunacy<br />

That savest thee from ye immanent Stygian Flood, <br />

Thou art interwoven with ye pulse beyond, <br />

Doest thou perceive ye desperate call from ye fathomless pits?<br />

Thine disdain of ye transcendent symphony enslaves ye image<br />

Of Creation and thereupon bringest forth ye loss of paradise, <br />

Art thou ye one almighty besmeared with ye blood of all gods... ?</