The more blood that is spilled and the more power the Guardian takes, the faster order is returned to the city. This approach is so much easier, he wonders why he even suppressed this side of his power in the first place! In his eyes, the order of the city has been restored. However, the more evil he lets in, and the more he gives in to hubris, the darker his soul becomes… The fools that fawn upon their fellow man Show me a king who didn't rule by killing A feast of blood to sate my appetite Save your “honor” for a world of black and white You'll bend the knee And then we'll see If I keep you alive Whispering my name Forms the clouds that black the sky Say your last goodbye Cowering in fear As the end is drawing near I will watch you die Building my cathedral - to the power of evil A living shadow that you've learned to fear I am the beast who feeds on faith and valor Twisting your mind; you now belong to me Your final breath - the only thing that sets you free Impose my will, draw out the kill Your soul is mine Expose your fears through bloody tears The pain divine Bitter is the wind That foreshadows my return All your hopes will burn Desecrate and drain As you cry to God in vain Heroes never learn Building my cathedralTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
