Dead God In Me
In Flames
Letra

To slit the grinning wounds
from childhood´s Seven Moons
the palette stained with the d passions
(of forbidden, hedonistic colours...)

Strike from omnipotence, all-seer, all-deemer,
and haunt my severed country
with your dripping, secret games

You picked the unripe lilies,
deflored and peeled the bleeding petals
made known to me
the grainy stains, the crimson lotus
of the Black-Ash Inheritance,
the feed of gods and masters
The worms still in me,
still a part of me,
racing out from leaking rooms,
swoop from broken lungs to block the transmission
to put an end to the nomad years

father you
are the
dead god

in me