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Satyricon - Havoc Vulture lyrics
Wonder how it would be to be the great Redeemer the one to bestow upon you life and death the one to poison you when you're down or to be the one to hand you the crownofthorns when your hands are sore (and) to save you from the everything you care for Are you bitter when you see how pale you are? Do you feel hate without direction? A kind of seed inside you that never blossoms It is at the gallows end one forgets that everything has to have a greater meaning An unrecognisable call drags you towards the unspoken word to suffer Martyrdom for the others The Saviour cut off your wings, somehow just to remind you that He exists Those who wait for His salt with open wounds have a way to go the shadows of your must rest (first) Though I ask, why do you dig your own grave when others do it for you? The force behind the hit can not be mistaken 'cause He's the saviour with magnanimity and ...a light in the dark Maybe it is intimidating more than lighting the way where is the road going? To a place where you can wash the blood of your hands? Where did the knowing go?... With a saviour to transcendental kingdoms or to the valley of the forgotten? behind the vault of the sky's mystery lies a dream damned or saved, how could we ever know? |
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