To slit the grinning wounds
From childhood's Seven Moons
The palette stained with
The ejaculated passions
(of forbidden, hedonistic colours)
Strike from the omnipotence; all-seer all-deemer
And haunt my severed county
With your dripping secret games [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/i/in_flames/dead_god_in_me.html ]
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 semen 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