Lyrics of Graves of the fathers

Cryptopsy

pochette album Graves of the fathers
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Release date : 03/07/1996

Duration : 0:04:11

Style : Rock



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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."

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