 His landscape has been scorned with death. once a city now
Laid to ash.
A decaying father has left his bastard son with his addictions by his side. chased away, consumed from his fixations, this mans life went down in flames. chased away what he's created,
His hunger grows.
There is no end to this life of fixations, dear father, i'm waiting ill, save you a seat in hell, there is no end to this life, life of fixations, dear father, i'm waiting ill, save you a seat in hell!
He will remain a walking corpse his legs will move forward.
For his addictions itch at his throat only to crave more of the blood he seeks.
For this man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child
For this man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child
For this man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child
For this man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child
He stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son.
For this man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child
For this man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child
When buried, his tomb will breathe, his hands will rise from his shallow grave begging only for sleep.
Dear father, i'll be waiting, saved you a seat in hell
Dear father, i'll be waiting, saved you a seat in hell
He stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son
He stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son
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