Letra de 'The Birth Of Art Psychopatia' de Epitaph Opera

Embraced in times of ignorance
When piteous prayers failed
A withered rose thrives
Where malice sow it´s vice
Weeping willows endure a glance
Through wind-lashed autumn-leaves

Rotten trees reveal a pyre
Silhouettes of a shadowy desire

Was it the moaning of wolves
Urged by a ravenous craving
Sacred flesh, innocent gathered
A feast for carnivorous beasts
Filthy teeth grasp feeble bones
Bare viscera, stifle complaints

Magdalena freed, her pallor starts to bleed

Convinced of pagan deeds
An inherently twisted nature
Like welkins undisputed beauty
Her pleasures irrevocable condemned
Her auspices brought to end

Betrayed of atrocious art
Exhibited in pathetic manner
Abused bodies, a post mortem
Her eccentric lust fulfilled
Her lecherous thralls killed

Servants obeying the count of delight
A crowd of torches invading the night
In search for retaliation
For hundreds of deprived souls
Hunting the glooms creation
By following ceaseless howls

On their path of utter salvation
Irresistible
Beyond anxiety and reason

Black-gleaming candles lighten a clearing

Amidst this stunted tragedy
Where sadness acts as cure
And damnation is preached
Solitude in mocking posture
The Mistress´ words ascend

"You shall be my witnesses
My proclaimers of blasphemy
Blinded like believers
To speak with lifeless tongues"

The heavens chastity, violated
As godless verses spoken
The truth descends

Hypocritical fathers revelation
Of concealed death sins

Sinner !

The commandments of the distraught
The faerytales of the holy book

False !

Midnight gave birth
To Magdalenas company
Once more an oath was sworn
Her reign of terror born...