Текст песни Lucifugum - Триумф Плоти

Inner voice in elastic reins
torn to the bottom in the fire of shallow water
clay - not an ear, thoughts on stakes
by evening, cleaning will be allowed
you can breathe, but only at half strength
do you want to fly here are your wings
upper limit under his feet
immortally wallowing with a divine stone
took up what he grabbed
there are no pines, then it’s not lost
if knocks - it's in the temples
heart pumping, paralysis in the brain
grabbing a beard, hiding in the groin
twisting the elbows, lubricating the heel
in an Eden potion of worms
did not live to go out in plebeians
every key - in one lock
each neck has its own lace
you recognize the goal along the way
let the knocking not ring
ashore unsteady life
two cracks with low tide
let him not drag the body
but there is always a choice
triumph of stinky flesh
crouching does not collapse
handrail - not a measure
but the stairs to the loop
sky to smoke, a cross in the back
life cobweb
all the dew the bounty of priests
I blind my eyes with wax
in a pool with the right to sleep
a new century was born
in the pit overlooking the heritage
last breath