Bliss Of Flesh - Blessed Flesh Lyrics

Flesh comes, flesh goes
Like the knife in your futile structure

Night was dancing with death
Senseless fading out
Bliss of death, free from flesh
The instant of grace where eyes get closed
Never to open again

The Lord gives and the Lord takes back
And none can clearly see the aim
The word has to be heard
And obeyed!

Offering the maggot company
And the stillness of the grave
Facing nihil and, who knows?
Maybe even beyond...

Maybe facing what dwells beyond

The murder-bliss
Freedom from earthly jails
The silence of that is to come after
And the pain of those that remain

The day shall never come

Now one with mud and worms
One more coffin fed
Blessed Flesh, Dead flesh
The touch of divine grace...

The Lord gives and the Lord takes back
Taking down under earth
The word has to be heard
And obeyed!

Blessed Flesh, Dead flesh
The touch of divine grace...

Suddenly one with eternity
In a cold void of distant presence
Mostly felt in pain