paroles de chanson Charnel-House - Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows

I don't believe in regrets.
What's done has been done,
The past is dead.
I cannot believe in regrets,
"If onlys" are useless.
Let it rest.
MORS ULTIMA RATIO...
Hey, little Persian boy,
What's all this talk about size?
Huh?!
I cannot read your mind,
Where are the polaroids?
That bush, it needs to go!
Now, listen... word of advice,
These are simple facts:
Your junk is merely that,
When your face looks like crap,
But first things first:
Are you uncut?
What?!?
The foreskin is the essence,
The essence of a man.
A man circumcised
Is a mutilated man.
Hey, hunky cholo fat-boy,
Well, aren't you next in line?
Yes!
We've heard it all before,
It's really such a bore,
But there's still one thing
You can do for me...
Now, I... I didn't make the rules,
These are the simple facts:
You're nicely tatted up,
That's not bad for a start.
But let me see:
Are you uncut?
The essence of a man is his foreskin.
A circumcised man... is a man... defiled.