You will learn to fear me
Oh father, you created a monster
The feast of flesh will now begin
And oh, how the blood will flow again
Shadows flock like vultures attending to my bones
Blueprints consume my flesh, connecting to my every wound
Beguile my inner child for the sake of becoming a drone
Oh mother, you would be so proud
My hate was all that was left
Like a cancer clinging to my chest
Oh my God, your blood tastes like new wine
It has left a stain of your name on my tongue
Eye for an eye, never ended so violently
Oh, God. This is killing me.
Dark passengers, be led to hell
God, damn their wicked spell
Begging for a new life brought me to a place that I called home
I made a dwelling for this spirit to come and cleanse my wicked soul
Where there is dark, the cross brings light.
I am the instigator of a spiritual genocide.
The devil’s hands have been busy, but so have mine.
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Croyez-le ou non, j'ai écouté cet album en intégralité, et sans interruption ! Si, si, je vous assure ! Bon, d'accord, j'avoue que j'ai pensé à deux ou trois reprises à appuyer sur pause, histoire de souffler un peu. J'ai même prié à un moment pour qu'il y ait une coupure de courant, trouvant ainsi le prétexte idéal... mais non ; d'une traite vous dis-je ! Le pire dans tout ça, c'est que je ne regrette même pas. Incorrigible le type ! Poesy Rider