Discarded from those who brought me into this world, The unforgiven failure. I am an oucast, locked in a house of cards, A warped exaggeration.
The wicked calls for forgiveness, The wretched embraces the divine, There's no escape but suffering in the end of existence.
Bring an end to this bloodbath, Innocents are falling face down, This harvest of pain won't clear us a path.
The scissors to my hand are the penance of the malevolent, Shall the divine lends me strengh to exorcise the plague, I'm a dormant explosion, The maniacal consequence of a miscreated seed.
I'm a dormant explosion, The maniacal consequence of a miscreated seed, Enthralled and mesmerized by the delusion of being human.
And as I'm holding the sword of a merciless God, I shall unmask the puppeteer who stands tall. I am the shelter from an impending genocide, I am the hand of Justice.
The burden of my innocence consumes every lash of my humanity, Lullabied with screams of agony. Cursed by these morrows, I'm the bringer of a divine judgement. I will eviscerate everything.
Discarded from those who brought me into this world, The unforgiven failure.
Bring an end to this bloodbath, Innocents are falling face down, This harvest of pain won't clear us a path.
The more I purge the evil, the more I die inside, There's no way to conclude this within the life of a human, I'll fight until my heart stops beating, but still I hope, That my hatred won't be the only thing I have left.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
