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The Offering Of Honey

from A Call To Cult by Dead Born Babies

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The Offering of Honey.

Biting at my sharp hidden hooks,
they have to come up to my height,
the abyss of groundlings, to the wickedest of all humans.
Therefore do I here wait ,
crafty and scornful upon high mountains ,
no impatient ones , because he no longer suffers.

For my fate give me time
it has forgotten me perhaps?
should I stay behind a big stone and catch flies?
and truly Iím well disposed to mine,
eternal fate , because thereís no rush.

Iíve been told of sacrifices and honey,
it was merely a ruse in talking and truly a useful folly.

Right now I can speak freer than in front of mountain caves.
Than in front of mountain caves.

Out! Out! My fishing hook !

In and down .

thus bait of my happiness ,
drip that sweetest dew,
that honey of my heart.

Look out ! look out ! eye oí mine.
How many seas around me,
what dawning human futures,
and above me , what rosy red stillness .

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from A Call To Cult, released January 25, 2015

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