HIM "Borellus" paroles

Borellus

Essential salts of animalsBe so prepared and preservedThat an ingenious manMay have the whole Ark of Noah in his ownStudy and raise the fine shape of an animalOut of it's ashes at his pleasureAhhh, ahhhOh

Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhoodBring only fear and sadnessOh, yes lovelyWretched is he who looks back upon lone hoursIn vast and dismal chambersWith brown hangingsAnd maddening rows of antique bookWatch them in twilight grovesOh,in twilight grovesOh,in twilight grovesAh

By method from the essential saltsof human dustA philosopher may call up the shapeof any dead ancestorFrom the dust where intohis body has been incinerated, incinerated, incinerated

You're under pressure babyChrist has returnedHe's returning in every newborn childIn every newborn child

You're under pressure babyChrist has returnedHe's returning in every newborn childIn every newborn childEvery newborn child

Essential salts of animals mayBe so prepared and preservedThat an ingenious manMay have the whole Ark of Noah in his ownStudy and raise the fine shape of an animalOut of its ashes at his pleasure

You're under pressureChrist has returnedHe's returning in every newborn child

You're under pressure babyChrist has returnedHe's returning in every newborn childIn every newborn child