Spawn of grand whore
It is no surprise that I sow such twilight
Misery
The raping of your children and the...
I see of course as a gift to me.
The withering of mirth marks my path,
Or I am the end of all ends.
The slaves of heaven who crave for redemption
Shall rewrite their books as I become their
Destiny.
Monuments of faith anchor me to eternity;
From the cradle of time they knew I had come
To stay
Your ruinous creed has named me the evil in,
Man:
There is no one more blind than he who doesn't
Want to see.
[Music by Marco Kehren/Deinonychus Lyrics by Marco Kehren and Alex Kurtagic] Spawn of grand whore It is no surprise that I sow such twilight Misery The raping of your children and the... I see of course as a gift to me. The withering of mirth marks my path, Or I am the end of all ends. The slaves of heaven who crave for redemption Shall rewrite their books as I become their Destiny. Monuments of faith anchor me to eternity; From the cradle of time they knew I had come To stay Your ruinous creed has named me the evil in, Man: There is no one more blind than he who doesn't Want to see. Explain Request ×
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