Arabrot The Horns Of The Devil Grow Lyrics

The naked behind the starry skies is pouring water from the urns
I wink, I blink, I close my eyes, connivance at full swing
The Phoenician angels might bring hope and renewal for a bitter loss
But if you sing the praise of love you sing the praise of death

Hey, I traverse, I correlate
The horns of the devil grow
I grow, I the sycophant
The horns of the devil grow

No love without the taste of death, I was an intern at Hell-Salpêtrière
I got my taste of love confused and was well received in hysteria's bed
The hysteria divine, its desires, it captivates, the madmen and flagellants It's mythical and it's erotic, the horns of the devil grow

Hey, I traverse, I correlate
The horns of the devil grow
I grow, the non-entity
The horns of the devil grow

I sweat, I traverse the inside to the outside of the body, it's taboo
I cry, I traverse the inside to the outside of the body, it's taboo
I spit, I traverse the inside to the outside of the body, it's taboo
I retch, I traverse the inside to the outside of the body, it's taboo

Hell, I traverse, I correlate
I got the stye in the eye
I grow, the parasite
The horns of the devil grow