See the girl weeping silent in her cold empty home
Watch her pretty flesh wither and drop from the bone
Smell the tears of that boy as they pain his poor face
His heart stumbles and it falters with complete lack of grace
Hear the man cursing softly as he dies in his bed
In the clutches of the cancer that blooms in his head
Feel the soul of that lady get sucked through the gates
Though her body treads onward down the path that she hates
Now taste the blood on the teeth of the only one you love
Yeah, taste the blood on the teeth of the only one you love
Well, the preacher on Monday like the farmer of Sunday
And the shephard on some other day, no they ain’t exempt
So waste time with your tears
Because it’s worse than you fear
You gotta get right out of town before your own day gets here
Now sow the seeds in that ground that grows so fallow and cold
You know they’ll never be found, I say, they’ll only grow mold
'Cause there ain’t gonna be no big harvest this year
I tell you, time to settle debts
It is a drawing so near
Now taste the blood on the teeth of the only one you love
Yeah, taste the blood on the teeth of the only one you love
it reminds me of a cycle of sacred pagan myths in which we have the legend of a master carpenter/architect (Noah, Master Manole), commanded by God/Voyevod to build an ark/monastery, the purpose being salvation and restoration of order out of chaos, which is compromised by the Devil or destructive spirits and can only be completed through a magico-ritual act, such as human sacrifice (Master Manole builds his wife into the monastery walls).
He may be a preacher. But he has, clearly broken two of the most important commandments of the Bible.Thou shalt not create any graven images and thou shalt not kill
At the risk of inflating my own ego, it seems that the priest was obsessed with capturing the horror and morbid nature of the Crucifiction of Christ, his efforts only yielding twisted mockeries of the sacrifice of the son. The murder of the drifter and the subsequent acceptance of the congregation appears to represent that sadistic perversion of Christianity as a cult of death and pain instead of one of love and peace. The follows want harrowing imagery and not the actual message of Christ.
Christianity in a nutshell - "washing your sins" in the blood of the guiltless. No other form of appeasement suffices the tyrant in the skies, just like the fake wooden images of mutilated bodies failed to appease the preacher. Only the real mutilated body was sufficient.
What I meant by my curiosity about the lyrics was this. How does the statement "taste the blood on the teeth of the only one you love" connect with the image of a preacher failing to sculpt Christ on the cross?
In any case, this would be an excellent song to play on Halloween