Тексты песен «Dark Sermon»

I wish I could be blind to the evils of this world But one cannot unlearn the truth One cannot erase the accounts of the damned The tales of corrupted youth These images are burned into my brain Of the sick, the dark,...

The hands of my mistakes Claw at my eyes and mouth They won't let me go And they never will The more I struggle The deeper I sink Into this sea of writhing blackness I am filled with spite For me and only me I wish...

The tremendous weight of my burdened past Has become too much to bear How heavy the pen grows with each stroke When the words will never be shared Bury me with my crooked quill Let us weep and mourn alone As for the...

And all I see are flaws In the ones I claim to love My heart is as cold and dead As the eyes watching me from above This cruel world emptied me out Then buried what was left Hollow and broken A sinner like the rest My...

We are the false prophets The kings of sin We will rest when your Mother Earth is barren Hounds from Hell We are the final judgement The divine apocalypse We will rest when your Mother Earth Slits her wrists Arise...

The eyes of the heavenly father Rest heavily upon my chest I can feel their judging gaze Piercing through my flesh I stab at my reflection Hoping to end it all I don't recognize the man I see But from what I can recall...

My still tongue in a straight jacket Bursts at the seams with troubles untold For I am weak, my shriveled lungs let out Their final screams in vain and Grow cold In this frenzy of frantic voices I need only to silence...

Sacrilegious and unholy My hand continues To feverishly scrawl words I would never dream of speaking Onto scarred and bleeding parchment I am torn Between the kingdoms of Heaven and Hell Quartered by angels and demons...

I want to burn disgust Into the heart of every man I will uproot the tree of life From the soil of the holy land I want to desecrate Everything pure I will tear down the walls of the chapels That promised the troubled a...

I bite my tongue Spitting forth the blood of the angels As they weep and moan I know this is the devil's work The shepherd's staff holds more in faith Than any sheep alone I know this is the devil's work Tie my idle...

I drag behind me a rope So laden with sorrow That I can barely take another step Without falling to my knees I drag it in the dirt My feet kick up dust as my rope settles it I seek no answers Only peace In the...