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MARDUK – Shovel Beats Sceptre (OFFICIAL VIDEO) Letra Century Media Records MARDUK – Shovel Beats Sceptre Lyrics

Has it dawned on you yet?
Have you begun to grasp
That life is not a clock
But an hourglass?

Are you prepared?
Is your rat-nest in order?
Will your mind be at ease
When the shadows grow taller?

Hopeless odds
The game is fixed
See death tear down the playground

A knife in the throat
Just to see if it fits
See life sneak out through the Devil´s hatch

Blazing scythe – book of lies
Scissors beats paper
Orb of flies – throne of mice
Shovel beats sceptre

Hopeless buds
The soil is sick
See reason reach for the tinderbox

A modest flame
And a bundle of sticks
All flesh is grass when the ashes call

Mouths of dirt – angel birth
Tombstone beats feather
Wall of urns – crown of worms
Shovel beats sceptre

Has it dawned on you yet?
Have you begun to grasp
That life is not a clock
But an hourglass?

Are you prepared?
Is your rat-nest in order?
Will your mind be at ease
when the shadows grow taller?

Your days are numbered
No matter what you´ve been told
So, stop now and consider
That you´ve never been this old…

Pope-less odds
The throat is slit
See leafed hands raise the loving cup

A pale vowel
From the deaconess’ lips
All flesh is cash when the gavel falls

Oblong box – gilded cross
Coffin beats saviour
Velvet knots – maggot pox
Shovel beats sceptre

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MARDUK – Blood Of The Funeral Lyrics Lyrics, Letra Century Media Records
MARDUK – Blood Of The Funeral Lyrics

High on the flesh
Of the knell and the psalm
Drunk on the blood
Of the funeral
Ridden by lust
And sepulchral thirst
I come dressed in hunger
And the trauma of birth

Sun of maggots
Decay is my light
My breaths are all anthems
To the moth and the mite
The whore is dead
I fall down to pray
And to celebrate death
As the god of our faith

There it is again…
That putrid smell
Could Belinda have been right?
But then again…so is hell!

Rotting bosom
Her stench is my church
Her shell shall serve as pulpit
Until reclaimed by the earth

Lifeless altar
A fresh cross of bones
Her cold flesh shall be my voice
Until the worms bring her home

High on the breath
Of the slip and the fall
Fuelled by the yolk
Of the burial
Black and blue creed
On a hymnal of skin
To re-school the clergy
That to breathe is to sin
A song through the holes
Where the eyes have been
To convince the council
That to die is to win

High on the flesh
Of the knell and the psalm
Drunk on the blood
Of the funeral
On wings of ash
And wild pallbearer mirth
Soaring on the cool breeze
Of yet another stillbirth

There it is again…
That livid hue
The wind is growing stiffer
But then again…so are you!

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