Synagogue Lyrics

So cold, will my empty womb
Never become wet
I sweated all phlegm
From the lower realm
The legs of those without marrow
So cold, will my epmty womb
Never become wet
I swept all trace of the carnal age
So cold, so cold between my legs
This hardened lava flow
So cold, so cold around my neck
The rope of sorrow
We are encumbered with
The burden of our body
In the shadows of death we stand still
Where's the genuine and radiating will?
Not in any of us
So cold, so cold between my legs
A strain grows between
The garment and the old sore
Put your flesh to death
If not, how would you heal
The unhealing wound?
By lessening your wants,
Of filling yourself the most
Until your moistness decreases
You become dried out, ill and poisoned
Parched and poisoned
Retreat from this cycle of harm,
It's another, yes another
Deceit of your body to your soul
But out of trust, hope arises
So cold, so cold between my legs
A strain grows between
The garment and the old sore
Put your flesh to death
If not how would you heal
The unhealing wound?
By lessening your wants,
Or filling yourself the most
But then your moistness decreases
You become dried out, ill and poisoned,
Parched and poisoned
Let tears wash away your guilt
Feel the shame of another
Deceit of your body to your soul
You are exausted but at least
You are still breating
Let your marrow be replenished,
This molten rock
This molten iron
My empty womb has ended up well
Your love has warmed my blood again