Lash by lash, skin starts to separate The forked tongue sneers begin to chip away Collapsing walls constructed by clenching fists Scar tissue tells corrosive tales like bloodied hieroglyphs
The Judas whispers echo each and every night The bones that fuse and break beneath the hallowed light A whipping boy malformed, both wretched and alone The heart of glass that breaks reveals a heart of stone
The leather cracks and pens another tome Another chapter of sordid suffering and gloom Formations skew the etchings, the shaking hands of scribes Who pray for inked quills to turn to bloodied knives
The day has dawned when tables turned are set ablaze A nail through every wrist that struck upon the trembling brave Upon the cross of impenitence, the fallen lords shall bleed A monument to the burning shame, writhing in the meekTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
