The Hymns of Novus Christus
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โฑ๏ธ 7:02 duration
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๐ Lyrics
My body hasn't known rest in weeks
I cannot sleep until it's complete
Ingredients come to me inside a waking dream
I collect forms as they come to me
First a mother, then vagabond, and king
Then a child who isn't old enough to speak
A stray dog, a bird, little crawling things
Ready to become more, the Psalms they quietly read
Deconstructed
So much more than the sum of their parts
They become one
A body with 15 hearts
I gave it a pair of wings
Formed from flesh from its chest cavity
On its throat I formed several holes
So it never has to open its mouth to sing
Spiderlike appendages sprout all around
Protruding ribs like spikes to heaven
Fingers and teeth have formed a crown
Instead of eyes just two depressions
A pit in its stomach, a place of worship
Ideal to drop your offerings
Filled with blood of faithful servants
And whatever the foreign pilgrims bring
After Eve consumed the apple
A being in constant agony
Like Michelangelo painting the Sistine chapel
I know how much this holy work means
Only venture deep into Cimmerian forests
All of his children to be welcomed disciples
Leading benefactions with untouched vitals
Into the hands of his devoted apostles
Sealing the bond in sanguinary ritual
For both to taste and consume from his bosom
For he is loving and shares all his victuals
A new god, a just god, and not just a simulacrum
Like the old gods before him
He was man made
But he will bring even more bliss and suffering
We will all drink from the well
So do not be dismayed
Feeling his warmth and affection
We will all begin to oscillate
Can you hear him?
He is calling
Discordant hymns within his voice
The earth below is breathing
Heaven is here we can rejoice
I cannot sleep until it's complete
Ingredients come to me inside a waking dream
I collect forms as they come to me
First a mother, then vagabond, and king
Then a child who isn't old enough to speak
A stray dog, a bird, little crawling things
Ready to become more, the Psalms they quietly read
Deconstructed
So much more than the sum of their parts
They become one
A body with 15 hearts
I gave it a pair of wings
Formed from flesh from its chest cavity
On its throat I formed several holes
So it never has to open its mouth to sing
Spiderlike appendages sprout all around
Protruding ribs like spikes to heaven
Fingers and teeth have formed a crown
Instead of eyes just two depressions
A pit in its stomach, a place of worship
Ideal to drop your offerings
Filled with blood of faithful servants
And whatever the foreign pilgrims bring
After Eve consumed the apple
A being in constant agony
Like Michelangelo painting the Sistine chapel
I know how much this holy work means
Only venture deep into Cimmerian forests
All of his children to be welcomed disciples
Leading benefactions with untouched vitals
Into the hands of his devoted apostles
Sealing the bond in sanguinary ritual
For both to taste and consume from his bosom
For he is loving and shares all his victuals
A new god, a just god, and not just a simulacrum
Like the old gods before him
He was man made
But he will bring even more bliss and suffering
We will all drink from the well
So do not be dismayed
Feeling his warmth and affection
We will all begin to oscillate
Can you hear him?
He is calling
Discordant hymns within his voice
The earth below is breathing
Heaven is here we can rejoice
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:03.06] My body hasn't known rest in weeks
[00:12.48] I cannot sleep until it's complete
[00:22.06] Ingredients come to me inside a waking dream
[00:32.59] I collect forms as they come to me
[00:44.17] First a mother, then vagabond, and king
[00:49.45] Then a child who isn't old enough to speak
[00:54.18] A stray dog, a bird, little crawling things
[00:59.04] Ready to become more, the Psalms they quietly read
[01:05.02] Deconstructed
[01:07.22] So much more than the sum of their parts
[01:10.08] They become one
[01:12.47] A body with 15 hearts
[01:14.84] I gave it a pair of wings
[01:17.16] Formed from flesh from its chest cavity
[01:19.55] On its throat I formed several holes
[01:21.84] So it never has to open its mouth to sing
[01:34.70] Spiderlike appendages sprout all around
[01:38.16] Protruding ribs like spikes to heaven
[01:40.51] Fingers and teeth have formed a crown
[01:43.27] Instead of eyes just two depressions
[01:46.53] A pit in its stomach, a place of worship
[01:51.68] Ideal to drop your offerings
[01:55.81] Filled with blood of faithful servants
[02:00.54] And whatever the foreign pilgrims bring
[02:07.52] After Eve consumed the apple
[02:12.31] A being in constant agony
[02:17.86] Like Michelangelo painting the Sistine chapel
[02:23.16] I know how much this holy work means
[02:28.35] Only venture deep into Cimmerian forests
[02:33.41] All of his children to be welcomed disciples
[02:38.67] Leading benefactions with untouched vitals
[02:43.82] Into the hands of his devoted apostles
[02:49.79] Sealing the bond in sanguinary ritual
[02:53.93] For both to taste and consume from his bosom
[02:59.02] For he is loving and shares all his victuals
[03:04.37] A new god, a just god, and not just a simulacrum
[03:19.59] Like the old gods before him
[03:22.10] He was man made
[03:24.61] But he will bring even more bliss and suffering
[03:36.32] We will all drink from the well
[03:39.82] So do not be dismayed
[03:44.50] Feeling his warmth and affection
[03:48.89] We will all begin to oscillate
[03:53.96] Can you hear him?
[03:56.36] He is calling
[03:58.54] Discordant hymns within his voice
[04:03.31] The earth below is breathing
[04:08.17] Heaven is here we can rejoice
[04:16.71]
[00:12.48] I cannot sleep until it's complete
[00:22.06] Ingredients come to me inside a waking dream
[00:32.59] I collect forms as they come to me
[00:44.17] First a mother, then vagabond, and king
[00:49.45] Then a child who isn't old enough to speak
[00:54.18] A stray dog, a bird, little crawling things
[00:59.04] Ready to become more, the Psalms they quietly read
[01:05.02] Deconstructed
[01:07.22] So much more than the sum of their parts
[01:10.08] They become one
[01:12.47] A body with 15 hearts
[01:14.84] I gave it a pair of wings
[01:17.16] Formed from flesh from its chest cavity
[01:19.55] On its throat I formed several holes
[01:21.84] So it never has to open its mouth to sing
[01:34.70] Spiderlike appendages sprout all around
[01:38.16] Protruding ribs like spikes to heaven
[01:40.51] Fingers and teeth have formed a crown
[01:43.27] Instead of eyes just two depressions
[01:46.53] A pit in its stomach, a place of worship
[01:51.68] Ideal to drop your offerings
[01:55.81] Filled with blood of faithful servants
[02:00.54] And whatever the foreign pilgrims bring
[02:07.52] After Eve consumed the apple
[02:12.31] A being in constant agony
[02:17.86] Like Michelangelo painting the Sistine chapel
[02:23.16] I know how much this holy work means
[02:28.35] Only venture deep into Cimmerian forests
[02:33.41] All of his children to be welcomed disciples
[02:38.67] Leading benefactions with untouched vitals
[02:43.82] Into the hands of his devoted apostles
[02:49.79] Sealing the bond in sanguinary ritual
[02:53.93] For both to taste and consume from his bosom
[02:59.02] For he is loving and shares all his victuals
[03:04.37] A new god, a just god, and not just a simulacrum
[03:19.59] Like the old gods before him
[03:22.10] He was man made
[03:24.61] But he will bring even more bliss and suffering
[03:36.32] We will all drink from the well
[03:39.82] So do not be dismayed
[03:44.50] Feeling his warmth and affection
[03:48.89] We will all begin to oscillate
[03:53.96] Can you hear him?
[03:56.36] He is calling
[03:58.54] Discordant hymns within his voice
[04:03.31] The earth below is breathing
[04:08.17] Heaven is here we can rejoice
[04:16.71]