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• Artiste: In Dread Response
• Titre: The Begotten
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The earth trembled All nature sighed In dread response A god has died! The wings of death have opened up As we nurture the world with pain Now we are disappearing Into the cancerous trees Where the shepherd has lost all his sheep Empty skies Our veins are open Following the radiant voice Of hopelessness and fear The temple walls disintegrate Mortal fears hammered into bloodstone "Sons of the earth - flesh on dead bone" We sealed your tomb, begotten one "Sons of the earth - flesh on dead bone" They buried you, forgotten one The sun withdrew its light in shame As we're trying to reach the stars For we are the defectors Of your broken destiny The crowned heads who first called retreat Still, in our minds We'll make attempts At transcending the imminence Of suffering and misdeed Though all the emblems are set ablaze Reverence never admits defeat "Sons of the earth - flesh on dead bone" We sealed your tomb, begotten one "Sons of the earth - flesh on dead bone" They buried you, forgotten one Virtues of worthless black and white Held captive by sewer-hearts Spouted from the mandible of nothingness To appease the never-ending flow of hallowed scum Writhing in a pious confusion, each wearing a head of plaited thorns The passionless martyrs acting out ordinance, confined to dreary cellars of sanctity Abandoned kingdom in the sky, its master is laughing through amnesia clouds As the crowd descends from the mountain Through the swirling storms and eruptions The wingless dove in bloody rags; released