Let the Words of My Murder be the Last Words You Hear
We are victims of dreams in our moment of truth Like pawns of delusion marching onward confused Illusions will die and love turn away Who remembers the past with the rise of decay?
I prick all my fingers on the thorns of the beast You undress me and kiss me as I hide in your sleep Let petals of roses descend where I fall As we dream of forever and the end of it all
(We are victims of fate in our second of life) (Desperation is loyal as we doubt and confide) (When life has renounced and faith has decayed) (All the dreams that we dream will descend with today)
We are victims of worship in our trial of faith Praise the mother of fiend-ship praise the father of hate When the flowers have wilted with the last breath of prey We imagine salvation and we murder today
Dedication and dreams are predestined to die Falling gently to dust growing old and disguised The words of my father still ring in my ears Let the words of my murder be the last words you hear