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• Artiste: Thy Art Is Murder
• Titre: The Son Of Misery
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I, the child of light, siren of sanity Scepter of the realm of absolute morality I breathe the fire of the gods The wisdom of the wicked consuming all Carved out from stone Commandments of deception Ten lies to lead the weak A tyrant to the congregation Gather the flock Bring them within the holy spire Give them death, give them sin Give them fire Only ashes left to burn Nothing shall return Our destiny defined Nothing will survive Feed the mouths of sons and daughters With the carcass of your father Nothing will survive Immortal relic Raised to the heavens Guide them by flame Return unto me I, the child of light, siren of sanity Scepter of the realm of absolute morality I breathe the fire of the gods The wisdom of the wicked consuming all Bound, the heart of man Enslaved to the lamb of Christ Warmed in the furnace of hell Cerebral sacrifice Lay down the plow, pick up the sword Embrace the blade Sewn the seed of judgment Now taste the fruit of the crusade Only ashes left to burn Nothing shall return Our destiny defined Nothing will survive I, the child of light, siren of sanity Scepter of the realm of absolute morality I breathe the fire of the gods The wisdom of the wicked consuming all Into the ether, I dissolve Demon to dust, I evolve Encase my body in the flame Embrace the failure, embrace the pain Tear away at the fabric of the universe Accept the limitations of what we truly were Transform, the fire set me free I am reborn, all hail the son of misery Hail the son of misery