Tainted by the dirtiest filth
Fallen into a black pit
These stains cannot be simply washed out
Hell is where she'll spend her life in
Seeking help after disgusting deed
Inflicted with this scorching pain
Burn marks are the most painful wounds
Just one hope that could have saved her
A holy sanctuary is where she can go
Who could possibly turn her down there?
It is a safe place
You shall be cleansed by holy spirits
And you will leave this all healed up
Don't you worry child, it will all end well
Entering the doors of heaven right down here on earth
Charming call of blissful cleansing
seems enough to take her desperate soul
Sanctuary might be helping with the best intents
But those seem to be obsolete
Infirmary, place of hope endowed in light
You shall not be rejected
Help me, please help me
Blackened seed inside me, take it out, incinerate it
Kill it before it touches my womb and grows
You are my last hope
Where else can I go now?
Yes, we'll help you
Just let me look into my little list of rules now
The boss gets angry if we don't do what he thinks is pure
Tainted by the dirtiest filth
Fallen into a black pit
These stains cannot be simply washed out
Hell is where she'll spend her life in
A holy sanctuary ain't where she can go
Where can she go?
You've been raped and he's free
Seeds are inside you
You've been raped and he's free
Life in the womb - it is abloom
Filthy angel inside your body
Life can't be touched
We won't help you
On their self-titled debut, Bhavachakra make black metal, flamenco guitar, and Liszt-like piano passages collide. Bandcamp Album of the Day Oct 17, 2016