Paroles de Branded

Genius of perversity, a source of the sublime A touch of hell, a pleasurous pain that eternally lie Dreadful form, synonymous with flesh A lair that never ceases, claws that drags me out Rise, from crawling on all fours In pleasure and in pain I gasp for air Sifting the scent of renewal Overshadowed by the oneness, the dignity that burnt Branded by the mark of the beast I ride with the wicked, victorious and with triumph at hand I tread the thorn clad paths, in torrid hate I lead to ruin, with an abysmal stare I long for decay, my wounds bleeds black Absorb the entity - insidious anti-philanthropy Accursed enobled - praising misanthopy Branded... I fall... in ugly patters Rise...again...in mental turmoil... To suck you dry Branded... Enter the realms of hell I ride with the wicked, victorious and with triumph at hand I tread the thorn clad paths, in torrid hate I lead to ruin, with an abysmal stare I long for decay, my wounds bleeds black Branded... I fall... in ugly patters Rise...again...in mental turmoil... To suck you dry Branded...