The Bloodied Face of God

Dead Loss | 03.08.2013 | Metal
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Murisevia riffejä, kertosäe kuin mutantoitunutta Maidenia. Loppupuolella tuplasoolo Iommin metodilla.

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Kappaleen sanat

(Korpela)

In this world there's regret, there's remorse
There's forgiveness, there's becoming a better man
Well trodden path, you are the first (the first)
The first, I'll say it again
The first to know my soul
The first I've never lied to, never again
I'll promise you the moon and the stars
Believe me, what you've seen is half the truth

Scorned and spurned for all my life
Where the faceless plague is rife
To cut the stream, to be the dream
The eyes of one and all by crimson and gleam

By the gasp and the scream
Transfixing your gaze I am I

An endless line
Of pilgrims mine
To taste the legend of our time
Years to go
Flesh to know
There is no victim, only the crime
A king to hail
An alpha male
My beginning, another's end
To be despised
To rule the eyes
Infamy, immortality

My healer, my savior
Blind to the irony
Cut out the cancer and nothing remains of the man
You'd not glance twice (not once)
'Til elevated by heartless hateful acts
I've got it all
But the open sky, a loss I don't bemoan
For what is freedom
Next to power
Next to indulging every urge

Outside anonymity
Below a mass in awe of me
The blood divine, the ashen draw
The hunger, natural selection slumbers no more

Primal and raw
Burned on your retina
The bloodied face of God

An endless line
Of pilgrims mine
To taste the legend of our time
Years to go
Flesh to know
There is no victim, only the crime
A king to hail
An alpha male
My beginning, another's end
To be despised
To rule the eyes
Reign eternal I'll defend

Joyous news, slowly dawning horror, the pilgrims forget their creed
Locked away for eternity I had every freedom a man could need
What is there now to tell me apart from mundane mongrel breed?
Unknown, unseen, ungratified, useless seed

Where is the line
Of pilgrims mine
To the once legend of our time?
Years to go
No flesh to know
All forgotten is my crime
Dethroned the king
An average thing
Our beginning is my end
No more despised
Indifferent eyes
Join together, asunder rend

From rut and routine fame is calling
Revert to type, to grace I'm falling
Painless your reward
For believing I could change
In pieces your body shows
This mountain can't be moved by belief
Believe me, you did no wrong
But a man does get bored

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