The Son of Misery - Thy Art Is Murder

I, the child of light

Siren of sanity

Scepter of the realm of absolute morality

I breathe the fire of the gods

The wisdom of the wicked

Consuming all

Carved out from stone

Commandments of deception

Ten lies to lead the weak

A tyrant to the congregation

Gather the flock

Bring them within the holy spire

Give them death, give them sin

Give them fire

Only ashes left to burn

Nothing shall return

Our destiny defined

Nothing will survive

Feed the mouths of sons and daughters

With the carcass of your father

Nothing will survive

Immortal relic

Raised to the heavens

Guide them by flame

Return unto me

I, the child of light

Siren of sanity

Scepter of the realm of absolute morality

I breathe the fire of the gods

The wisdom of the wicked

Consuming all

Bound, the heart of man

Enslaved to the lamb of Christ

Warmed in the furnace of hell

Cerebral sacrifice

Lay down the plow, pick up the sword, embrace the blade

Sewn the seed of judgment, now taste the fruit of the crusade

Only ashes left to burn

Nothing shall return

Our destiny defined

Nothing will survive

I, the child of light

Siren of sanity

Scepter of the realm of absolute morality

I breathe the fire of the gods

The wisdom of the wicked

Consuming all

Into the ether, I dissolve

Demon to dust, I evolve

Encase my body in the flame

Embrace the failure, embrace the pain

Tear away at the fabric of the universe

Accept the limitations of what we truly were

Transform, the fire set me free

I am reborn, all hail the son of misery

Hail the son of misery