Arcturus - Master Of Disguise |
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Master Of Disguise
Arcturus Hear! From this day forth are the heights of Horeb broken and the sea of sulphur And blasphemy! in heaven\'s chambers: Souls had fled their halls and closed was the book of life. And behold! The great, white throne: black with sacred blood Our father Dead by his own hands: an epitaph worthy no king. And so is everything a nameless lie. Who, my god, am I? Man knows me as Lucifer, the serpent of old. The wretched hold my banner high. Your gift I grant a grave Yet I am not your death. Come carry forth the crown to your once held throne. Here is where my suffering should cease in grief unheard of! In this lone monarchy I greet the mourning sun with strife and a song: Please speak my name! And leave me not in the dust of death. I am weighed down beneath the tragedy crown, nameless, and alone, a fatherless son. |
