TWICE BORN کے بول

The dawn found me at crossroads of giving up or giving in Crawling on my knees, I'd question all I once held true The violence of perception had pierced my soul and skin Embittered, bruised, and beaten I saw the world anew Mortal womb By fire scorned In death conceived Twice born The nihilistic instinct flashed its terrifying teeth And in soft, alluring, whispers bade me yield Still, the grandeur I had witnessed, that extravagant display Inspired a premonition; my fate was yet unsealed Mortal womb By fire scorned In death conceived Twice born By eventide I stumbled to my feet and faced the night Incited by the prospect of my imminent demise My virtues set aflame in a sacrificial rite Like angels, the scales had fallen from my eyes Mortal womb By fire scorned In death conceived Twice born Mortal womb By fire scorned In death conceived Twice born