Omen of the Barren Womb Lyrics

Child, sing the skin of your beginning
This membrane torn out, this burning
Blood, slew the song of your evoking
That which binds the seed is blackness

Made manifest, this endless soft expanse of dual impenetrable
The false embedded sense of self that vibrates through our names
The Êon is barren the temple is ruins and plague afflicts the whole
The firstborn shall not and nothing will come from that which hangs
Beneath the surface of meaning and at the edge of knowledge of self-as-god

Inability echoes throughout all life
Nothing binds and all is aching
This prolonged suicide is catholic
And the saints dip and melt as one

Anechoic slipping voices filled words phonemes pinions of ecstasy
Wing south to eternity lace amethyst with chewed flesh of angels

Inability

Slumbering reminiscence of violation twisted against hope cascading
Denial of purgation embrace of seeding with the sleep of the end

[child, . . . ]