The Motherhood Of God - Demo Version

Blessed be the hands whose touch is fire
 Blessed be a death that takes you higher
 Whatever your faith is, that verily is you
 The crack in the skull, the knife that cuts you through
 Holy bosom, sacred space
 Chthonic powers, descending grace
 Supreme Mother to the orphans of god
 In the shadow lands of the world your deities abound
 Nebulæ swirl like dust by your lotus feet
 The above contained within, the whole complete
 Dweller of invisible landscapes of blood and bone
 Omniscent, immanent, present and unknown
 Holy bosom, sacred space
 Chthonic powers, descending grace
 Supreme Mother to the orphans of god
 In the shadow lands of the world your deities abound
 Blessed be the hands whose touch is fire
 Blessed be a death that takes you higher
 In awe we stand of The Motherhood of God!
 In awe we stand of The Motherhood of God!
 Holy bosom, sacred space
 Chthonic powers, descending grace
 Supreme Mother to the orphans of god
 In the shadow lands of the world your deities abound