Four in the Fifth Finger Lyrics

May they be four
The prime gesture
Threwed one by one
In ominous oceans
A syndrome of falling
Copulate, with separation
May they be four
Counts and vestals, from the Orient
Pallid marks on flesh opus
We shall remind their names, after having shut ourselves'
Their bread consums, amonsgts the onctions
Their mouths : four signs in the wind
Four children at the same time dead and dying
Washed with grey dust from
Gutters of time
Raised by the incest, we shall paraph, with a drop of blood
The glory hands have merged
In the boiling baths of centuries to come
The sponge that will erase the horizon
Leave the place where lie the divine hanged
We shall remind their names, after having shut ourselves'
Their bread consums, amonsgts the onctions
Their mouths : four signs in the wind
Four children at the same time, dead, and, dying
The glory hands have merged
In the boiling baths of centuries to come
The sponge that will erase the horizon
Leave the place where lie the divine hanged
They dance, blooming in black soil
They dance, blooming in black soil
For they are stuck on eardrums
Miasmiatic pulse, syringes like blades of a sticky sun
Swapping the veil
Tunes of sorrow and reflections of a faceless god
In corridors of madness and desire
You shall find the path
A wisdom called hate
The bounds of impiety, revealing a new shape
As we plunged deeper into perversion
Strange addictions, says the sick prophet
As we choked him with violet wands
Compelling a new master's name
Eleven counts and seven vestals have been called
Lightbearers like torches burning at dawn
Drown the bread in red libels baptized in sour drinks
Their genitals consumed by dust leaved by births