Texty:
Akercocke Rape Of The Bastard Nazarene

Melting into the crowd, the basaclica the bells of rome proclaming in the mid-day heat "Hosanna! Holy Father! Benedictus!" the face of a man who never

me with identical smiles, they said nothing but unsistely kisses in the torchlight, in the halflight I listen to them come "oh, Marguerite, we'll have to submit to his will

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Beauty is a virgins pinch Beauty is blasphemy Beauty is a sick rose Beauty is truth Lips always cool Thin, hard tongue Beauty is the beginning of terror

As we rape the bastard son of God Heavenly resurrection The hated one has defied death Although the seven years have passed I will return in another form

Washing the incense And blood from my eyes The absurdities from my mind Bells pealing, aspersions I fell asleep thinking of angels My name shall be reviled

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