Divinations Songtext
von Metuzalem

From the bottomless pit
Without any subtlety
There is a swollen eater
On the wings of curse

Woven into phrases
Bleeding flaming abyss
The poisonous chalice
The culture of silence


Stench of weakness
He lives in you
You land with shame
Your perdition mourns you

Hymns to the ashes resound
In a vow of nervous breakdown
Offered to the numb and naive

Rotted ivory they speak
And make them gospel

When you die
His will grips
Becomes your universe


Stench of weakness
He lives in you
You land with shame
Your perdition mourns you