Chaste Brain Lyrics

Blood from the sky
Today is a good day to die
Your only hope is free
But don't ask mercy to me

The disguised procession
Accompanies my head to the mass
For the party of liberty
And you on the altar of the brothel

In the name of the bird will be sacrificed
To the new man the honor to the quartered

Chaste brain, from the blood
Chaste brain, your flesh is mine
Chaste brain, your soul is vile
Chaste brain, I want to die

Man has the right to eat what he will
To drink what he will
To dwell where he will
To move as he will on the earth

Man has the right to think what he will
To speak what he will
To write what he will
To draw, paint as he will

Chaste brain, from the blood
Chaste brain, your flesh is mine
Chaste brain, your soul is vile
Chaste brain, I want to die

Man has the right to kill those who would thwart
The slaves shall serve
Of which my brain by now
No more virgin will now feed him

The disguised procession
Accompanies your destiny
And I will go down the night,
From the altar blood will fall
To the grave that a headstone
Forever will close

Chaste brain, from the blood
Chaste brain, your flesh is mine
Chaste brain, your soul is vile
Chaste brain, I want to die