Homodeus lyrics

Artist  : Lux Occulta 
Song : Homodeus



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 I have crucified a flower, a red rose.

It withers all the year round and blooms only
once a year.

On day which will be my birth for all worlds that
I don't know.

Which have been waiting for me bombarding with
the light of stars.

Lashing down with frost and embracing with
tongues of rain.

I will die when the rose blooms.



The gate is big. It reaches to heaven. And
hell.



The first step is difficult. Feltering and
uncertain.

Drunk with the new experience.

The gate is big but only a light push is enough
and the demons

of dreams become my shield and armor.

The guardian angel put to shame falls into the
hood of night.

Black mirrors reflect hundredfold every silent
breath of my thoughts.

Feltering hope becomes my command.



Is the crown for me? Yes, it is! I deserve the
throne, the

sceptre and the cloakwoven out of blood.

Is the crown for me? Yes, it is! I deserve the
cloak woven out

of blood, because of blood I've made the
sacrifice.



I am the beginning and the power. Prefather.
Cosmose.

The gate is big but I move it with a breath of my
will.

Light kiss of my imagination's lips.



Does the night wake up the power? Can the spirit
be invoked only

by secular rites? Is there only one path?

The answer is my name.

Name written in all books and fragrances of all
flowers.

Extracted from the inside of woman body. Moist
and hot.

My name - Man! Kneel you idiots, prophets! Kneel
you gods!



With a hand stretched out I reach the fruits of
knowledge.

Bitter. Hot. Sweet. Titbits of the
nightmares.

I have crucified the rose. The gate is big, there
is only one path.

Kneel you gods! I am the Man!



In a stretched out and weak palm I hold gifts for
you.

I hold storms, lightnings, rain and sun.
Incorruptible and eternal.

I shall reign again. I have always reigned.

I am The Man. I Am. This is how my name
sounds.

I damned fruit and sceptre, sin and throne.
Kneel!



And the kingdoms fall and helpless elements
cry.

Mothers swallow their children because there's
nothing left after me.

Beggars stretch out their dead hands, women are
open and waiting.

I enter the beggars, i give alms to the hot
wombs.

I lay down a new Law. Law-Me. the gate is big.
Only I can push it.

So kneel you gods, kneel you animals! And kneel
you, the farger of the world's history! It's your
turn!



In return I shall wash your feet. And I shall
pierce my side

and flow down only with purple, only with
blood...

In return I shall forgive you your sins.

In return I shall adorn my emples with
thorns.

In return I shall die three deaths.

Kneel you liar!

I am The Man!

I am Everything!