Behold... The Land Of Promise (Unbeliever) (исполнитель: Septic Flesh)
Hate me Help me Convert my mind Direct me to your gloom The halls of kingdom To the land of no return Take me ignorant Show me your master and creator Take me Take me to the tombs of your sacred relics Where bodies bend like weak betrayers What a [bad word] punisher you are Bring your own redemption The touch of the nails to the skin is the [bad word] of your love for masochism I don't deserve your trance I am the adversary of a dominant race of zealots I am the kind that doubts the unreason Unbeliever I won't forget to ask the question before I give an answer to me On the land of no return there are all that you can't find: The lack of sense - The lack of anything that you can feel I won't decide to play the master instead I chose to be You say I am [bad word] I say I'll always be Cover your mouth with tape Cover your heart with pain Cover your eyes with shame Spend all your life in vain I don't deserve your trance I am the adversary of a dominant race of zealots I am the kind that doubts the unreason Hate me Help me Convert my mind Direct me to your gloom The halls of [bad word] To the land of no return Take me ignorant Show me your master and creator I don't deserve your trance I am the adversary of a dominant race of zealots I am the kind that doubts the unreason Unbeliever