Songtext von A Life About My Sabbath

I gently whiztle the receip of blood no-one knows I reap a fiction of memories leaving cold brainmass I chant a more direct transition of souls rather than one every second I conclude my corners of eternal time now and then I lean towards the smell of rotten testicles whilst balancing some 9 planets I concrete a leather if I scythe any Gold here - beyond I dish an ocean of blood beside the sun cooking it's god's favorite pancake I warn you about life and come back later I behold to open (the most perfect result of your life's ritual) I / AM / THE / ONLY / ONE / WHO / KNOWS / THE / TRUTH