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Apostate Sermon歌词完整版
Delere Opus dei
My brethren I sing
A song of joyful wrath
A sermon of vitriol
And gleeful rejection
This is a ceremony
Of righteous cleansing
Celebrate and eliminate
Your weakness and regression
Loosened from the thorny noose
Fall free and feel
The stinging winds
Scour your new born skin
Salt upon sinew and bile upon sin
When faced
With an epoch of nothingness
One loses themselves to despair
All hope is abandoned
In the presence of an empty infinity
Open your eyes
Know the lonely expanse
Of nothingness
Embrace the bitterness
Of this existence
My shell has been moulded
By the calloused hands of fate
No deity no god
Created me in his image
Non est Opus dei
Yearning for meaning
In unequalled measure
This ache sewn into
The fabric of our desires
The weight of choice
The mortal chains
A existence defined through pain
And all that will be contrived
Is a product of a will to survive
A sack of skin made
With no intrinsic purpose
A writhing wretch flailing
About beneath the empty sky
Gnawed by thoughts
Of worthlessness
And feelings of despair
Shed your rotted chrysalis
Emerge in a spiteful victory
