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• Artiste: My Son My Executioner
• Titre: The Tune Of Darkness
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As I see them Their lying on their knees Their prostrate faces pointed to hell With broken wings they praise reflections of demise In hopelessness they lie in petition to us This tune of darkness brings them to the passing of time As all their gods arise In a world of make-believe they all reign supreme Giving tribute to divine Their prayers reach to the sky only to fall again They cry out to the one who promised a better life Christening desires from their fucking heart To the passing of time As all their gods arise In a world of make-believe they all reign supreme Giving tribute to divine The victimized lay to the wasteland Burial grounds for the ones who trusted him Violent words attached to fists of judgement The glory they once held now falls to waste In the garden they weep tears ablaze To the master they once served