歌词
Bring the women and children before me
Let us make rivers of their blood
Bleed for me...
I wish it so and streams shall meet such rivers and seaward they shall flow
See the shoreline scattered with their precious skulls
See the tide come in as blood to meet their bone
A grotesque promise
Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth
We'll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs and condemn them to their desperate gods
We'll take a needle, to the arm of the world
For it is our season
We'll burn the temples, of the righteous
Rend them as ashes, to the four winds
As ashes... to the four winds
The winds of a new season "All is all for the taking, to Rise Phoenix like from the Ashes... A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..."
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