WHITSUN DANCE
(Coraci/Muyat)

(REF.) We sleep in a pool of mud
After pagan rites
Filthy genital sacrifice
Barefoot on a field of mist
We will meet at Whitsun
For the dirtiest feast

Animals are we
With a reflex for fight
We dance on human skin tiles
Over morality’s lies
Devils in paradise
Gods under sheets
With a cross for transgression
And a crown of thorns kink

(REF.)

Textures and hills
On a body that spins
Under orgiastic pressure
Bringing joy with the sin
Travel white crystal roads
Feel the storms in your nose
There’s a time to get fucked
And your feelings exposed

(REF.)

Cold is unknown to us
Why are you feeling so old?
There’s a temple for love
A cathedral for lust
It’s the holiest mass
To the nature of man
It’s a spiralling vortex
Between space and the suns

(REF.)

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