The Heretic's Plea (Woods Of Suicides)

from Inferno by Écorché

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lyrics

Behold now my friend
The Epicureans
Down in Circle Six
With now cannot mix In stone sepulchers, in bone life still stirs
Blinded in our tombs, masked in rock hard wombs
Always out of reach, that which we seek
The future plainly seen, of life only dream
I beg thee for a crumb
News of my loved ones
Indulge me just one plea
Please just answer me
In stone sepulchers, in bone life still stirs
Blinded in our tombs, masked in rock hard wombs
Always out of reach, that which we seek
The future plainly seen, of life only dream
“Oh highest virtue, you who lead me through
These circles of transgression, at your will,
Do speak to me, and satisfy my longings.
Can those who lie within the sepulchers
Be seen?
The lids – in fact- have all been lifted;
No guardians are watching over them.”
See here all those who say souls die
Our graves remain open for a time
Until that day when we’re shuttered in
Hear the plea of this heretic
Hear my plea!