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Swansong Of The IluminatedUnder the pale moonlight I listened and tastedThe bitterness of your false desire White shinning bathing your promiscuous wings Killing me slowly moan by moan Where is your paradise? Where is your light? Where are you shadows of bitter tongues? Where is my kingdom? Nothing makes sense Nothing is greatness No land has my kingdom Nor crown will lead me into eternity To your promises and your heaven I yearned flesh and tasted the glory of a tyrant Baptizing hatred as the passion of a fool Where are now all your promises? Though I can see no crown or flesh upon this blooded soil I can see only dirt and agonizing flesh in this son of yours |