Paroles de King Twisted

Hatred is my sceptre, instrument of doom Armor made of cruelty, inhuman tortured misery Deception's woven into my cape, I wrap betrayal around On my throne I sit and moan and wear the crown of decadence Have I found myself, have I seen the closer glimpse of truth I ain't even slipping yet, I've got white soul to denigrate With ravens I am glutting gore and one pound of putrid flesh Only things defiling me are words no more no less Long is the way and hard that out of light leads down to hell There is something holding me it won't let go of my filthy shell I will blind their eyes, sew up their liar mouths Seal the coffin of the living dead and wait for rotten corpse Oh, how hard I have to try to ruin myself? Dedication for the twisted salvation Exhausting me, still I must mutilate on and on I can't even know myself, if I haven't tasted some blood