We tore him from his throne and bound him in chains Dragged him through the wastes and scarred his face The tyrant and despoiler mocked and caged Held down and bound in a prison of mirrors
I saw his face, contorted By the flagellation I saw the faithful mourning Sordid consegration
But no death was granted him as he languished away With taunting forms around him, he waited and declined Bided his time awaiting his escape
I saw his face, contorted By the flagellation I saw the faithful mourning Sordid consegration
And slowly driven mad by the remembrance of what he was
Looking upon his wrecked visage in the mirrors He clawed out his eyes, refusing to see To feel the anguish of his mutilated form
The god we drowned lives on He waits beneath the sea The god we drowned lives on Soon he will be free
A final act of vengeance, of torment taken shape Reflections of the pain that was his fate Disciples of hatred killed whom they found To mimic the ruin of the god we drowned
I saw his face, contorted By the flagellation I saw the faithful mourning Sordid consegration
The god we drowned lives on The tide is rising The god we drowned lives on Now come the whirlwinds The god we drowned lives on The maelstrom grows bigger The god we drowned lives on The god we drownedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
