The Tune Of Darknes
My Son My Executioner
As I see them
Their lying on their knees
Their prostrate faces pointed to hell
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