The Motherhood Of God Lyrics

Tribulation The Motherhood Of God

Blessed be the hands whose touch is fire
Blessed be a death that takes you higher
Whatever your faith is, that verily is you
The crack in the skull, the knife that cuts you through

Holy bosom, sacred space
Chthonic powers, descending grace
Supreme Mother to the orphans of god
In the shadow lands of the world your deities abound

Nebulæ swirl like dust by your lotus feet
The above contained within, the whole complete
Dweller of invisible landscapes of blood and bone
Omniscent, immanent, present and unknown

Holy bosom, sacred space
Chthonic powers, descending grace
Supreme Mother to the orphans of god
In the shadow lands of the world your deities abound

Blessed be the hands whose touch is fire
Blessed be a death that takes you higher
In awe we stand of The Motherhood of God!
In awe we stand of The Motherhood of God!

Holy bosom, sacred space
Chthonic powers, descending grace
Supreme Mother to the orphans of god
In the shadow lands of the world your deities abound