Letra de Septic Testament
I've seen the rotten masquerade I've heard the thin veiled vows I've watched you snap like a filament In the presence of true resolve These spells of porous conviction They forever seem to seep From the weeping eyes and the tainted trust Of seasoned liars & lifelong thievesLapse into monologue In the presence of your setting son With wingless shoulders growing cold There's no grace left to fall from So deviate Into another comatose shade plastered to another portrait Of useless human wasteLapse into monologue In the presence of your setting son With wingless shoulders growing cold There's no grace left to fall fromBeneath me Coursing through my flesh I can feel you Like razors in my veins Beneath me Coursing through my flesh I can hear it still, In my own voice You- My cursed architectHere, I wash away Spawn of your septic testament Un-sired, spawn of your septic testamentIn the sanctum of sickness Like father, unlike son Now Revel in these necrotic cures Then shatter to your knees Groveling at narcotic altars Where wretched worms always feastBeneath me Coursing through my flesh I can feel you Like razors in my veins Beneath me Coursing through my flesh I can hear it still, In my own voice You- my cursed architect