In my final act of putrid glory I abandon the chains of good and evil For I have journeyed deep into the human psyche And withstood misery untold to man Will I return to an empty world? Have I become God? If god is the face of vengeance and suffering… then yes.
In the art of pain and torture I’ve claimed a throne The sickening life I’ve swallowed The dormant life I called, my own I choked, I choked, I swallowed
A heroin-laced meal ticket, steering me To drag hope off their perch and smother it in failure
Exterminate My crippled children
O sancta simplicitas O hail holy death
My crippled children, sun and moon Will realign under blood red skies
In the valley of death and hopeless mourning Their feeble cries now obsolete
A distant illusion of shadow scourge A birch, buried, in oblivionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
