FUNEBRARUM

1. DELUSIONS IN THE SHELTERED WOMB

Soaked in the lukewarm water, my body is sodden with comfort
Satisfied as the self-idolater, all others are seen with contempt

Delusion in the sheltered womb
Illusion in the submerged tomb

Suckling the sense of disaster, my belly is bloating with heat
Staying away from the painful splinter, all agony is throughly locked out

Delusion in the sheltered womb
Illusion in the submerged tomb

Surrounded by the crack of halter, my ears are filled with fright
Sneering at the surge of jitter, all hatred is poured into my goblet
Summoning the cursed specter, my soul is trembling in the feast
Sensing the stealing up winter, all membranes seclude my fort

(Lead: Bouks / Lead: Medeiros)

Soaked in the lukewarm water, my body is sodden with comfort
Satisfied as the self-idolater, all others are seen with contempt

Delusion in the sheltered womb
Illusion in the submerged tomb


UNDERGANG

2. KLOAKKENS AFKOM

Midnatstid igen, morket falder atter på
Gaderne ligger øder hen
Kun oplyst af månens kvalmende skær
Kold regn falder på den rådne efterårs jord og hullede asfalt
Varm luft kommer op gennem riste og efterlader gaderne dækket i tåge

Kloakkens afkom - Altid på jagt efter kod
Kloakkens afkom - Altid på jagt efter blod

Gusten og tynd, ødelagt af det umenneskelige liv i kloakkeme
Kravler rundt langs murene i søgen på ungt kød
Er du dum nok til at gå ud, står du for tur
Din krop bløder smukt
I ankleme slæbes du ned i kloakken..

Kloakkens afkom - Altid på jagt efter kod
Kloakkens afkom - Altid på jagt efter blod

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