At The Throne Of Judgment - 10 Delphic Star | Текст песни

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• At The Throne Of Judgment
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Call me the Oracle
I name myself thee
And for this I breathe in your shame.

Call me oracular;
I see your fate from behind the drapery

Arsonist I may aspire to become,
But in my eyes it's only justice that is done.
I will light your bedside aflame with all of my hate
Sleeping soundly you will never know it's too late.

Sin.

Into the flames,
Into the storms of hate
That sear my body when I unroll your worn scrolls
I will not regret this decision,
But my burdened feelings shackle my intent.

Call me oracular;
I see your fate from behind the drapery

Arsonist I may aspire to become,

But in my eyes it's only justice that is done.
The appetite of the demon inside of me
Needs to feed its screaming wretchedly.

Into the flames,
Into the storms of hate
That sear my body when I unroll your worn scrolls
The tomb inside of my conscience longs for your presence,
Move the stone, I need your soul.

Tarnish the pages with Apollo's hand.
Making her suffer at his command.
Tarnish her name with his fire,
My cryptic desire,
And his godly power.
The tomb inside of my vault longs for your fall.
Move the massive stone I need your soul.

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