Corpus Christii - Picatrix Şarkı Sözleri

Corpus Christii şarkıcısının popüler şarkılarından Picatrix şarkısının sözlerini sizlerle paylaşıyoruz. Corpus Christii - Picatrix Şarkı Sözleri sitemize 28 Ekim 2014 Salı tarihinde admin tarafından eklenmiştir.

The mirrors stand once again on the hills
The boards of clay still hide in the sand
Summed up in what is now a mental desert
The cradle of human creation
Now burned, now buried

The source spits you out on the floor
Cold, sterile, mournful
Impenetrable, weak and weary
Where there is no pleasure, nor joy

Whatever you ask shalt be true
But who dictates what you ask here?
Microcosmic links to all
Where bloodline is only illusion

The aim of the sage
Is telling you that nothing ever was true

Picatrix - picatrix

Liberties of the flesh are the only channel
For they mark the connection
To the minds, who cares to rotate
Sinister strikes with your dagger of glass
Cuts through the throats of the mute