Songtexte Year of the Maggot - Marduk
Beyond
the
funeral,
floating
Cold
bed
far
from
the
grey
chain
of
haze
A
caul
wrapped
in
the
jagged
lamentations
Of
seven
15th-century
saints
Three
crowns
reforged
into
coffins
A
triad
of
lead,
cypress,
and
oak
The
mouth
of
silver
soon
shall
blacken
Just
like
blue
blood
will,
when
cold
The
king
is
dead
Long
live
the
queen
of
fools
From
sweet
to
bitter
In
the
year
of
the
maggot,
1632
Sacral
geometry,
cardinal
lust
A
pale
voyage
on
sepulchral
waves
A
black
ship
of
spiritual
convulsion
On
a
raging
sea
of
royal
decay
Beyond
the
funeral
risen
Behind
the
silver-mask,
a
foul
smile
From
the
high
urn,
a
stench
of
confusion
And
blessed
17th-century
bile
The
queen
is
dead
Long
live
the
king
of
flies
From
sick
to
sicker
In
the
year
of
the
maggot,
1689
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