Born from wretched soil he burst forth from the earth A black and faithless mask which hid the death Crowned with buried screams Twisting through inky black and sinister That could not be born of this world Waxen and ornate Cling to the moon of woe
He stands centurion at the gateway to another abyss A child of death to die in black A nightmare born Where flesh and soul divide Where agony and torment are King The trees of woe, spun and knotted symmetry
His brimming tears reflect the dreams of the gallows To bear the mark of Veritas
Letting loose the life from shallow tepid withered veins seems such a feeble waste of crimson spray For his irreverence and blasphemy they carve the symbols of their lord into his ribcage
Blessed be the ones who behold the sun Monuments and foundations That pain became thy art to rend the sky apart Forget not the face of your FatherTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
