Unwanted child born of incestuous forays; hopeless, unbidden, downtrodden, dismayed. In life I shared this saga, our epilogue's the same. Cast to the wolves, our existence declaimed. Denigration, salt in the wounds. By torment we're nurtured, by affliction we're groomed. Take my hand through this Hell-scape, 'lest the maggots consume.
Those born of suffering, those born of hate. Congenital branding of tyrannical fate. O' thee, reviled, stand proud at my side. I'll give you the succor that you've been denied. Turn your back on this world, for it turns on you. We're unfit for their heaven, destiny bemused. I claim thee, born of suffering, the wretched, the accused. Those crucified for living, I deem thee recused.
Why would you look upon the damned?
O 'Specter, born of anguish, do you feed upon this pain? Do you see me as a burden? Is my misery ingrained? Am I fated for the gallows? Is this all a waste of time? Is this longing merely folly, we're corrupted by design.
Those born of suffering, those born of hate. Congenital branding of tyrannical fate. O' thee, reviled, stand proud at my side. I'll give you the succor that you've been denied. Turn your back on this world, for it turns on you. We're unfit for their heaven, destiny bemused. I claim thee, born of suffering, the wretched, the accused. Those crucified for living, I deem thee recused.
Those born of suffering, those born of hate Won't you lend to me your malice for the world we desecrate? Those born of infamy, a conception most depraved. Won't you join me in the mist, my child? All transgressions shall be waived.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
