The Wrath Windswept eyes gouged by burning sand That left no tears to weep The open wounds stared dessicate At the throng about his feet
To complement the jeering crowd The figure aloft felt breath On his neck and heard Whispered covenants and vows And lurid invocations to sin
Corruption's caress A tempting demoness Of Cassandran prophecy Brought the tainted joy of lust Whispered promises of dust So alluringly unclean
Temptation on the brink of death And the crowd jeered endlessly But had they known what was to come They'd have saved their breath to scream
For He, unlike their Christ, to death The martyr raised his crown And eyes like flame itself ablaze The crowd was stricken down
The morning sky from blue to black From the ashen cries of Loss For fire was to be their fate As fantasy turned to holocaust
A flood of breathy lures poured forth And the martyr closed his eyes His ire charred her skin away And burned away her lies
The morning sky from blue to black From the ashen cries of Loss For fire was to be her fate As predation changed its course Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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