Mark Of The Beast 歌词

Carved from a desolate stone Leaving a broken relief A monument to a demi-god Reminiscing on a tumultuous past Spawned of the lust of a virgin New life replaces the old Her wails of passion were muted by the cries from a fatal birth A forgotten bastard child Teeming with unholy life Lying in his stricken mother's fluids He bears the unholy mark It rages and churns upon his tiny brow As the world lies unaware, a dark savior for Satan's cause He's come to set the world aflame The people damn him and scorn his existence, a fate worse than death for a child Love escapes is feeble grasp He grows to loathe the world around him A flickering shadow of humanity The Mark of Beasts on his forehead does live A man who thrives on his hate His conquering, driving force As he calls forth the demonspawn As his new Urth begins to form Plagues, Pestilence, Violence, Blasphemous Now abandoned by his creator Locked away and forgotten by his sire He lies alone in his bleak stone prison He again remembers the child Deprived of my innocence Never truly given a chance at life I will suffer for the pain that I brought them An infernal destiny was my downfall Possessed from birth, bred for damnation A dark path not of my design... The Mark of Beasts withers upon his dying brow