every line The beauty and the pain of total agony These lacerations, the stench of slow decay It desecrates, making beautiful profane A tragedy the suffering
Tercüme: Agony Scene. Acı.
every line the beauty and the pain of total agony these lacerations the stench of slow decay it desecrates making beautiful profane a tragedy the suffering
now in store for me A leper I stand A pitiful scene Martyred, by my impiety Believe me The vicious circle has triumphed again And now a life of agony
pools of misery they drained from us and stained themselves in blasphemy We are the sacrifice Our tainted offering We are the sacrifice Now you will share our suffering
The Agony Scene Procession The stench of the hopeless and wounded. The cries that escape from the of depths of regret. Your bleeding mass in procession
I bleed this blasphemy, this sin that courses through my veins. It burns beneath the scars of my decay. This suffering, These fingers claw against my
is my dark desire With all the trappings of regret Dressed in blasphemy She pulls the stitches from my eyes She is my suffering The taste of death is
me. Take the sight from my eyes and the breath within my lungs. My fear is my reason for suffering. Is this the cost of redemption? Shall I suffer
Abandoned broken and bleeding A feast for their eyes a spectacle A murder of the forsaken A scapegoat for their suffering Burn me alive x2 I feel the
is now in store for me A leper I stand A pitiful scene Martyred, by my impiety Believe me The vicious circle has triumphed again And now a life of agony
