Baptized In A Storm Of Swords
Goatwhore · Other Songs - Goatwhore
I am alone Killing my thoughts of outcome Delusional
virus of God On the verge of extinction Inwardly caged
Empty in silence Offering to the suicide king Leaving
the misery of God A storm of swords to end my life
(Take me) A storm of swords to end it all
(Drown me) Lacersations from the sky to baptize my
soul one last time Rising from these seas of boiling
blood (My own blood) Torn from this birthed tomb that
had no bearing on your choices Still the dove of peace
can not justify the bearing of the wounds of Christ
The blade of release Uplifting in belief Eyes opening
to black Reforming of this afterlife This flame to
resurrect Following my own will Holding the blade to
chest Escape from this scream of conjuring Inhaling
the blaze of forgotten fire Scorching new blood to
black Through the center of the rotting sun The sick
angel with razors for wings Resurrect me and offer
me to suicide again Faceless king engulfs me in freedom
A Venus of horror made imperial Lay me back to soak
my head in pure blood Bleeding from my wrist.
..this stream of independence As I raise my vision
escapes Feeding this surgery of the lifeless Six -
Sacraments of anguish and deceit Six - Shadows of baphomets
horns Six - Fatherless bastards of grief Birthright
of the damned We praise our soulds descent Bleeding
like a cold river into eternal damnation These lacerations
entwined (for) an alliance of the blind drink deep
of desecration A murderous praise I vomit upon the
holy altar Hooks of the embraced hang from the heavens
Sucking the endeavors of pain Bleeding life from the
lifeless As I soar on the tempests sharp wings Trading
layers of flesh during intercourse Orgasm found in
asphyxiation while losing life Tubes pumping fluid
of evolution into a mutation for the birthing of the
jackal Rising from these seas of my own blood As man's
outer frame constricts with metal and tissue A scaffold
of torture to be raised as an altar These interpretations
of the surgical testament Lyin g naked licking these wounds of humiliation
virus of God On the verge of extinction Inwardly caged
Empty in silence Offering to the suicide king Leaving
the misery of God A storm of swords to end my life
(Take me) A storm of swords to end it all
(Drown me) Lacersations from the sky to baptize my
soul one last time Rising from these seas of boiling
blood (My own blood) Torn from this birthed tomb that
had no bearing on your choices Still the dove of peace
can not justify the bearing of the wounds of Christ
The blade of release Uplifting in belief Eyes opening
to black Reforming of this afterlife This flame to
resurrect Following my own will Holding the blade to
chest Escape from this scream of conjuring Inhaling
the blaze of forgotten fire Scorching new blood to
black Through the center of the rotting sun The sick
angel with razors for wings Resurrect me and offer
me to suicide again Faceless king engulfs me in freedom
A Venus of horror made imperial Lay me back to soak
my head in pure blood Bleeding from my wrist.
..this stream of independence As I raise my vision
escapes Feeding this surgery of the lifeless Six -
Sacraments of anguish and deceit Six - Shadows of baphomets
horns Six - Fatherless bastards of grief Birthright
of the damned We praise our soulds descent Bleeding
like a cold river into eternal damnation These lacerations
entwined (for) an alliance of the blind drink deep
of desecration A murderous praise I vomit upon the
holy altar Hooks of the embraced hang from the heavens
Sucking the endeavors of pain Bleeding life from the
lifeless As I soar on the tempests sharp wings Trading
layers of flesh during intercourse Orgasm found in
asphyxiation while losing life Tubes pumping fluid
of evolution into a mutation for the birthing of the
jackal Rising from these seas of my own blood As man's
outer frame constricts with metal and tissue A scaffold
of torture to be raised as an altar These interpretations
of the surgical testament Lyin g naked licking these wounds of humiliation