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This Gift Is a Curse >>
Alba s touto skladbou:
Ephemeral,
I, Gvilt Bearer,
“Lets burn the corpse of old time…”
This endless parade of processions.
Trapping us in with its unwitting shackles - trapping us in - holding us down.
Keep us detached your womb, holding us still in fucking lines.
I am a pawn, I am a slave, dragging their Cross through a widening moat.
We are at their gates
Lets burn down the hive
Burn down the hive
Burn it down
We’ll climb the bell tower to tear “God” from his throne
Into the shadows, down in the gutters
/ Out from the temples / out with the old guard
Fear / Fear the silence of growing outsides
We’ll be your Darkness, going the “wrong way”
dragging your heads through torn up streets
We are at their gates
Lets burn down the hive
Burn down the hive
Burn it down
Burn it down
Fill your heart with hell
Fill your mind with hell
Fill your lungs with hell
To fill their world with Our hell…
We´ll burn it down
Cause it’s no way back.
