Moonspell Love Is Blashemy

In your thoughts
“Behold the bridegroom cometh
In the middle of the night”
Behold the rats who follow him
Why do they want our destruction?
Do broken men still sail in your blade
Are your bravest still afraid
Now it’s the womb that chases the seed
Now it’s the time of the need
Of hunger and revolt
Inverting our thoughts