Lyrics Martin Grech - wordly divine

Prison of duality
Haunts the esoteric
In the Father's womb is he
Father am I ready

Penitence and loyalty
Rot beneath the surface
Hatred dipped in cruelty
Fertilise within he

Who forsakes the growth of seed
He who mocks his outcome
Who rejects the history
He who loathes the future
He who has no future

There is no relief in life

Bite the lips that beg and plead
Tie the tongues together
Put your faith in me my sweet
I can blood the river

There is no relief in life

Worldly divine

There's the man that raped the seed
Virtue was his name
Boiled by the rooted need
His decay attained slow

Who forsakes the growth of seed
He who mocks his outcome
Who rejects the history
He who has no future

There is no relief in life