Текст песни Whitechapel - Father of Lies
Whitechapel - Father of Lies слова песни
Текст песни Whitechapel - Father of Lies
Tell me all the things you wantI shall prove myself among the wiseI have failed youGrant my wish I beg of theeFor I have done all the deeds you have asked of meThat whimpering wretched whore who birthed your adversaryI retrieved her head and mutilated every last remainThe blood of the innocent I have spread with no fucking remorse( )How dare you interfere my monumental wakeForever keep these words from my mouthI will become the father of liesHoliest of holy, I ensure your crucificationEnlighten me O noble one of your mendacityGive me the clearest view of your so-called commonwealthWe are your foes, annihilators of the skyLimb from limbThe rites are carved into your foreheadLimb from limbEngorged into your psycheLimb from limbI smell the decrepit stench of your demiseLimb from limbHumanity will be destroyedMy pro-creator I have warned thee of my prophecyUntil that day, stand your fucking groundMy pro-creator, stand your fucking ground