Mordicus Blood Under Ice
Smile of angel
Is just a vomit of beast
And lust of virgin
The truth in her dreams
Child so fragile
Now buried under frost
Wander among alive
It turned to lost
I feast the sun
And hail the moon
There are my roots
Black goat of woods
Deep in those fainted eyes
The blind gleam of blood...
Blood under ice
Listen the howling of darkness
Feel the freeze and mystique moon
You see those shining lights
Now life is just blood under ice
Looking the children play
I smell their flesh
And imagine it's taste
Nuns I feel the stench
Of their cunts
Whores of god
Whores of god
God of whores
