Bread to Stone - Funeral Mist

No matter how our paradise is shaped

No matter what, there will always be a certain snake

A certain tree that none can resist

Eat now!

So that I can reach your soul

Cursed, and cursed again

Spiritual desert, dead sand

And of nothing and sand shall you be fed

For you have never thirst… for redemption

Timeless torture

Bread to stone

Now pray for me like I pray for you

Bread to stone

Oremus… bread to stone

Oremus… bread to stone

Oremus… bread to stone

Embrace now the piss that is your birthright

No matter how your paradise is shaped

No matter what, there will always be a certain satan

A certain serpent to re-image your bliss

Eat now!

Until these rivers stream with poison

Cursed and indeed convicted

Drink now the soul of your heresy

And as a heretic shall you burn

Know God and you shall find truth

Timeless torture

Bread to stone

Love me now as I rape your children

Over and over and over again and again and again… Again…

And over and over again shall I crush your face like a putrid fruit

For you have never thirst… for redemption

Behold, thou art made whole: sin no more, lest a worse thing come unto thee