Musica In Tempora Belli - Sigh

The beast lies within their eyes

They feast upon their sweet lies

The shrieks unheard to be heard by the dead;

They once fed, they once bred

Their ears are deafened, their eyes are blinded

They have no tongues to speak their truth

The words are buried in the smoke of fires

The curse is sung by the dead men’s choir

I am not the one who seeks for the truth that’s buried in heaven

I am not the one who fears the tribulations in hell, the one who seeks for the

vengeance to be slowly done

I am not the one who waits for (the) curse which I know falls on none

They burned my flesh

They burned my soul

They burned my shadow

They burned my blood

They burned my love

They burned my hate

They burned my pleasure

They burned my pain

The fire burns the eyes to see I’ve got;

The fate confined in the burning tombs

No flowers to bloom in the ashes on which I lie

Unleashed up us unwanted doom

Death begins to show its shadow

Shriek shot through my shivering womb

My blood-shod grave, so shabby and shallow

A hoof on the devil is proof of evil

The fire burns the tongue to speak;

For the truth in ashes I have to seek

Screamer, redeemer or is it silence

Like a spear to my ears

I’m falling from the throne blind

I’m crawling through the stain of blood

I’ll be slain, insane, in vain

As I was

As I was

As I was burned in hell

I’ve seen it

I’ve seen it

I’ve seen it

Yes, Hell does exist

The fangs to be sharpened seek another prey

Blood to be shed brings death to be done

Life is denied when our dawn draws so nigh

I’ll be chained to the stain of blood

King of slaughter

Sins to be scattered, crucified upon the burning throne, the unwelcome spawn is;

To be stoned but never to be moaned

I am not the one who waits for the tragedy that I’ll be given

I am not the one who yearns for death to be forgiven

I am not the one who sacrificed my own (sacred) flesh

I am not the one who sacrifices my own (filthy) blood

Denial or betrayal

The warning came but it was too late

The angels bleed to sate their greed

Yes Demon’s greed, and never to be freed

Denial or betrayal

The angels bleed to feed the evil

Only to be preyed upon their seed, I plead!

I am not the devil though my way might not be right

I am not the devil even if my hands are filled with blood

Oh God do you kill us for your own fun?

Like a stain of what has been done