Atop Cithaeron lies Amidst the lush of nature Through an empyreal rhyme Flows the words of the gods
He who's claimed as virtuous Is beyond any mere assertion Of malice, evil and transgression
Will be tempted Tempted to climb To reach the divine To perform the ascension Feel what is meant for those who indulge An eternal bliss A promise of no restraint
Will be tempted Tempted to fall To lie among his kin Shed his purity and care Soul thrown against the wave of pleasure Be swept away
Pure silky hills of skin Covered in grand passion Pheromonic death grip Eroding my resolve
Above those degenerates I can't allow I can't allow this procession to take place And yet the voice of consciousness Tells me to give into the vice Give into the vice and join the ritual O! Adore him
Wearing nothing but clear intentions Desires masquerading as some Eve Devouring the fruit
Humiliated in front of this great buffoon Hoping to behold life Life shine like it never has
As I enter in this sacred shrine I know I have been unmasked For what I truly am
The light through which he sees Is now allowing me to witness Truly what's standing before me right now
Seeing my own tear into me Flesh against flesh Blood against blood I was not meant to see As I was unmaskedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
