The Fall of Every Season - The Triumphant Beast | Текст песни

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• The Fall of Every Season
• The Triumphant Beast

Agony, a melody
On pain I feed
To see you in this state,
Victorious feast
I love you, still you are
Part of me
If I only avoid
Those pitiful eyes,
My voice in your cries

Mind was ruined
By the rape of conscience
Could no longer be the carrier
Of this growing tumour

One last pleasure
One last wound
Please forgive me
Never felt your father’s love

Exhaled his breath of rage
The last of their kind
Chanting from the black outside,
As he pulled his death out from the closet

Steps of hope
Rough, red release
Vast, dark, encouraging trees
What remained was a finger’s strength

Demon danced
Ghouls awaiting
Sinner meal
The finger pressed