Bread to Stone - Funeral Mist

No matter how your paradise is shaped
No matter what there will always be a certain snake
A certain tree that none can resist
Eat now so that I can reach your soul
Cursed and cursed again
Spiritual desert dead sand
And of nothing and sand shall you be fed
For you have never thirst for redemption
Timeless torture
Bread to stone
Now pray for me like I pray for you
Bread to stone
Oremus bread to stone
Oremus bread to stone
Oremus bread to stone
Embrace now the piss that is your birthright
No matter how your paradise is shaped
No matter what there will always be a certain satan
A certain serpent to re image your bliss
Eat now until these rivers stream with poison
Cursed and indeed convicted
Drink now the soul of your heresy
And as a heretic shall you burn
Know God and you shall find truth
Timeless torture
Bread to stone
Love me now as I rape your children
Over and over and over again and again and again Again
And over and over again shall I crush your face like a putrid fruit
For you have never thirst for redemption
Behold thou art made whole：
Sin no more lest a worse thing come unto thee