Graves of the Fathers (Drum Solo) (Live) (The Best of Us Bleed 2012)

Текст песни Cryptopsy - Graves of the Fathers (Drum Solo) (Live) (The Best of Us Bleed 2012)

Sextons of the churchyard
Have seen unblessed things;
Ground no longer hallowed
Has sprouted new graves

Descendants of clan
That unsurped maternity
Hear whispers in their blood;
This summons of the Fathers

Adherence to the principle
Of "man by woman born"...
Anachronistic ritual
Soon to be obsolete

"Forgive me Father
For I know not what I do;
My grave beckons
As irresistable as drawing breath."

Nature abhors a vacuum
The same is true to a tomb...
It cannot be empty
A barren womb of plenty...
A vacant grave must be filled
For this the Fathers' will
Material birth be abjure
A mother's cunt is unpure
Sired in blasphemy
In nocturnal obeisance to rotted hearts
Filled with necrolatry
Reverse the life cycle be reborn through Death

"Forgive me Father
For I know not what I do;
I leave a void to fill one
Hear my prayers from far below."