And the Word Became Flesh - Deivos

Fruit from those, shrubs you are not allowed

On this land you cannot tread

Your nature you ought not to listen

In a tight rein of obedience keep your lust

From the river, the thirst you will not satisfy

All of this created for your torment

Trick out your eye, if it glanced

Cut off your hand, if ft touched

Pick out your, if it said

Cut off your ear, if it heard

I’ll paint the picture with promises

You’ll stare at it all your life

There was nothing behind this picture

Rotten frames, perishable canvas

You are forbidden to ask about the cause

Blinkers worn on your eyes so wonderful

I made especially for you

Don’t be curious, what will be next

For the obedient I hale another picture

Engraved in wood with the chisel of suffering

Burnt with fire of dread of emptiness

You will fear this view

Who alerts or glances outside the frames

Let damned be forever

I’ll not tell you, that it was not

The word became flesh, from flesh all arose

I was never really there

You wonted to met me, but it won’t happen