Precipitated to Hell

from Third Wound by Chemical Disaster

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lyrics

The twin serpents of abyss blood
Representing duality,
Impelled to front in dare.

In the gross burning of pain,
Thirst, to put clots sanguine
Carnal instincts appear in mine to be.

In a dance of broken numbers
The denied Trinidad me it was revealed

Curving to your praise.
Violated it was, my rotten carcass,
Exhaling the pungent stink of dead meat!

Precipitate to hell, I went!
To have praised yourself,
Oh! Nazareno, son of the father.

In a dance of broken numbers
I feel it fried razor of death

Immaculate virgin, the where your Nativity,
Damned Earth.
War Saint!?, Is holocaust here.

I renounce your word, God of the weak and persuaded.

I accept to you, Oh! God of the forts and Merciless.
My pain is our encouragement.

The twin serpents of abyss blood
Representing duality,
Impelled to front in dare.

In the gross burning of pain,
Thirst, to put clots sanguine
Carnal instincts appear in mine to be.

Curving to your praise.
Violated it was, my rotten carcass,
Exhaling the pungent stink of dead meat!

Precipitate to hell, I went!
To have praised yourself,
Oh! Nazareno, son of the father.