Summer Decapitation Ritual Lyrics

I marked place in medieval summer beat
A guillotine prepared for amusement of god and his crowd
Shouting their annual menace
(Into) the cruel vacuum rapidly descending
Desiring death to anticipate the doom divine, the
temptation, his triumph Thus, as no martyr I burn (at) the cross
With lack of strength to climb out of the white abyss
again
Behead me!
For at the depths of this spiral
Even death cannot disburden me of life.

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