Reprisal of the Sun
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โฑ๏ธ 5:32 duration
๐ ID: 27033774
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Maniacal debauchery, first terror
Sacred seal of purity, forsakened
Moral test of innocence, abandoned
Condemnation brings the snare
The terror's preying at the door, with hunger
Eternal flame of antithought, submission
The lords of labor vindicate, high treason
Living life on Mani's edge
I tried to walk in the light
To follow the ways that the fathers decreed
I tried to live in the day
To answer the call while The forebears lay witness
And it holds my own contempt
You walk in the sun but it's not for me
Torn, banished by its light
My hopes, once held warmth, tossed into the sea
Now gone, devoid of all its might
Hope forlorn, the son laid scorn
Magus of torment has a number meant for me
Testament of firesongs, New tension
Fatherless the multitude, sad notion
The victor writes the perish song, last respite
Horrified within the snare
The owl rejects the fatal lie, in peril
Candles burn forever more, the narrow
The root of anger propagates, time after
Reprisal's all that's left for me
I tried to walk in the light
To follow the ways that the fathers decreed
I tried to live in the day
To answer the call while the forebears pay witness
And it holds my own contempt
Yes it holds my own contempt
You walk in the sun but it's not for me
Torn, banished by its light
My hopes, once held warmth tossed into the sea
Now gone, devoid of all its might
Hope forlorn, the son laid scorn
Magus of torment has a number meant for me
Paradise lost by the sacred sea
I tried to live your code to revive me
The rays of the Sun make a martyr out of me
I hope in fleeting lights, yet they reject me
Ohhh won't please stop rejecting me
Please don't make a fool out of me
Don't let me see the infernal wonderland
You walk in the sun but it's not for me
Torn, banished by its light
My hopes, once held warmth tossed in the sea
Now gone, devoid of all its might
You walk in the sun but it's not for me
Torn, banished by its light
My hopes, once held warmth tossed into the sea
Now gone, devoid of its might
Hope forlorned, the son laid scorn
Magus of torment has a number meant for me
Sacred seal of purity, forsakened
Moral test of innocence, abandoned
Condemnation brings the snare
The terror's preying at the door, with hunger
Eternal flame of antithought, submission
The lords of labor vindicate, high treason
Living life on Mani's edge
I tried to walk in the light
To follow the ways that the fathers decreed
I tried to live in the day
To answer the call while The forebears lay witness
And it holds my own contempt
You walk in the sun but it's not for me
Torn, banished by its light
My hopes, once held warmth, tossed into the sea
Now gone, devoid of all its might
Hope forlorn, the son laid scorn
Magus of torment has a number meant for me
Testament of firesongs, New tension
Fatherless the multitude, sad notion
The victor writes the perish song, last respite
Horrified within the snare
The owl rejects the fatal lie, in peril
Candles burn forever more, the narrow
The root of anger propagates, time after
Reprisal's all that's left for me
I tried to walk in the light
To follow the ways that the fathers decreed
I tried to live in the day
To answer the call while the forebears pay witness
And it holds my own contempt
Yes it holds my own contempt
You walk in the sun but it's not for me
Torn, banished by its light
My hopes, once held warmth tossed into the sea
Now gone, devoid of all its might
Hope forlorn, the son laid scorn
Magus of torment has a number meant for me
Paradise lost by the sacred sea
I tried to live your code to revive me
The rays of the Sun make a martyr out of me
I hope in fleeting lights, yet they reject me
Ohhh won't please stop rejecting me
Please don't make a fool out of me
Don't let me see the infernal wonderland
You walk in the sun but it's not for me
Torn, banished by its light
My hopes, once held warmth tossed in the sea
Now gone, devoid of all its might
You walk in the sun but it's not for me
Torn, banished by its light
My hopes, once held warmth tossed into the sea
Now gone, devoid of its might
Hope forlorned, the son laid scorn
Magus of torment has a number meant for me