HANDFUL OF HATE


The Pest' Son Lyrics

Swarming creepers into my wounds
I’m plague against the men of god
Mother of sores I kiss your hands
Drown into infamy you gave me birth
You gave me birth!
Sins like biblical plagues!
You kissed my adorned head
While I was eating my brother into our cradle Of
poisoned grass.
The pest’ son
From the bosom to the mud
God failed twice
Shadows moving toward the purity
Laughing blow! Contagion!
Kiss blissful beast
Blessed by swarming flies
I gained the scorn between your flocks
The smell, the flesh is mine!
Is mine! Is mine!
Screaming sores, fevered eyes, rotten meat for rats
Rotten meat for rats!
Screaming sores, grins to death lurking into the
infected swamp!
The predigest son spits his bile
Turning against his father the spawn of flies!
Sins like biblical plagues!
Lick my wounds, enjoy the taste of sufferings
Pray me as the failure god, prey my flesh, touch my
scorn!
Devour my heart, devour my sex!
Summon the sickness beyond the bishop’s bless!
Here god failed twice!
Here god failed twice!
Kiss blissful beast
Blessed by swarming flies
I gained the scorn between your flocks
The smell, the flesh is mine!
Is mine! Is mine!
Screaming sores, fevered eyes, rotten meat for rats
Rotten meat for rats!
Screaming sores, grins to death lurking into the
infected swamp!

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