The Angel Maker کے بول

Suffocating silence, devoted light fades into mist Soon to come the fi end of horrendous consistence The king's city swallowed up in incompressible fascination This beast must be nothing but profanity's creation The confusion hides in me, Am I gods' creation or what they can see? As a victim of the human race, who's to blame? Them or me? My realm, my kingdom is filled with toxic hollowness But my sweet ones shall suffer no more Darkness imprisoning me, all that I see, absolute horror Here at 23, your childlike souls I will set free The confusion hides in me, Am I gods' creation or what they can see? As a victim of the human race, who's to blame? Them or me? Far but yet so close You seem lost and deranged Your rotten spirit We will cleanse with the hand of just And it slams for your demise