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-how ironic these words must have been to job, my every thought tainted with blood
-how ironic these words must have been to job, my every thought tainted with blood
But there is nothing here, my every thought tainted with filth, a slight scent of sulphur in the room
A slight scent of sulphur in the air, in deep trance i lie wide awake, my every thought tainted with filth
they transform as one
this is not me
Voiceless prayers in the dark, a christlike shape dissolves in the fire
A slight scent of sulphur in the room, -how ironic these words must have been to job
but there is nothing here
My every thought tainted with filth, a slight scent of sulphur in the air
Wisdom from nothingness, an anathema and blessing alike
A slight scent of sulphur in the air, my every thought tainted with filth, voiceless prayers in the dark
The devil speaks while i lie asleep, my every thought tainted with blood Mortuus, my every thought tainted with filth
A christlike shape dissolves in the fire, a christlike shape dissolves in the fire
Wisdom from nothingness, they transform as one Mortuus, the devil speaks while i lie asleep
This is not me, my every thought tainted with filth
In deep trance i lie wide awake, my every thought tainted with blood
This is not me, -how ironic these words must have been to job Sulphur, the devil speaks while i lie asleep
a christlike shape dissolves in the fire
My every thought tainted with filth, a slight scent of sulphur in the room, there is nothing here