Bull Of Heaven's lyrics & chords

Ex oblivione I sent myself to the law Axiom of choice Creation of strange matter White as the petals of some water flower Insistendo This is the primal identity The light higher than eyesight I hope you feel the hopelessness Stationary if all statistics are invariant under a shift in time Lingering under the remainder of her disease Like vast serpents infold around my limbs Lxxx To sit on the night of sadness It is the parabola Isolated regions of the human soul Sic faciunt omnes The chosen priest and apostle of infinite space Non omnis moriar Human dignity in times of great suffering and loss Regrets take the place of dreams Burn dark sincere receiver The use of obsessive defenses In the form of the question concerning the thingness of things Elementary machine life The person witness You are the poltergeist The usual manifestations of suspicion were heightened Disordered before the naked picture of despair With a sudden jerk and involuntary gesture Extinctus amabitur idem My concerns are global Following the sand Reduction to elementary particles and radiation And i talk to them in my secret mind Under this umbrella of satanism I cut the liver out of a drifter Plucked for the breast of the dead Quasi una fantasia Peripatetics and epicureans held very varying views ii I will climb alone So we cooked my son and ate him How strangely still the water is today Driven by the warmth and force of the imagination Never mind the fallibility of all the human beings Where the dead men lost their bones Look death in the eye and be grateful Future available pamphlet To fill the mouth of their monster Xcix Then is that wretched life ended all with sad departure Go with fiends in that everlasting fire Her song trembling the twigs and small branches Saints and angels and martyrs and holy men Mayst thou fall by the fires of the heavenly avenger On her lips a poison They sacrificed their sons and their daughters unto devils Reduced to a square of planed wood A faint sensation of a distant memory V Your best loved and always known must leave The snow and the little wood under the blue sky The branch of gold consecrated to the subterranean goddess Thus are these children filled with torment We know who speaks for the nations Thou lovedst the traitors that were hateful to god From the threshing floor? from the winepress? Crime and infamy have a right of asylum here Out of the nothing beyond the lake X Xcv Still in my thought that lovely image breathes The wicked cease from struggling Omnibus locis fit caedes Fairer yet through sorrow and separation O pleasing death come with your terrible hands The things that hide in you come out again And madly hangs the grass with silver rags Change not as much as the style of a letter Rituals of the elements and feasts of the times