Fath-

er

I

know

that

you've

wit-

ness-

ed

a

dark-

ness

in

me

Twas

spawned

in

sha-

dows

of

the

old

gal-

low's

tree

I'm

but

a

sad

de-

praved

ref-

lec-

tion

of

our

in-

hu-

ma-

ni-

ty

The

warped

ex-

ag-

ge-

ra-

tion

of

the

lost

and

dark-

est

of

dreams

Bring

forth

a

wrath

of

cleans-

ing

fi-

re

Here

now

in

man-

kind's

bleak-

est

ho-

ur

Born

of

a

cask-

et

I'm

the

heir

to

a

corpse

I've

e-

yes

that

see

mag-

gots

through

the

thin

flesh

they

bore

I

shall

blood-

y

my

hands

til

the

last

breath

be

torn

from

me

So

blind-

ly

we

walk

the

winds

of

these

pla-

gued

streets

Dead

the

once

feel-

ing

part

of

me

O

lord

di-

vine

please

break

this

si-

lence

Des-

troy

your

race

of

face-

less

li-

ars

At

the

edge

of

ex-

is-

tence

We

the

clays

of

in-

ten-

tion

have

ripen-

ed

in

your

i-

mage

Ah

the

binds

of

tra-

di-

tion

Your

arch-

a-

ic

de-

cep-

tion

numbs

o-

ur

emp-

ty

be-

ings

City

that

stands

on

a

mil-

lion

graves

In

a

world

full

of

hat-

red

to

fear

en-

slaved

Count-

less

the

dead

slaughte-

red

in

your

name

Not

an

ut-

ter

of

your

voice

have

you

once

re-

paid

No

a-

bove

no

be-

low

just

a

man

let-

ting

go

When

all

my

earth-

ly

de-

si-

re

is

di-

sowned

No

scream-

ing

si-

rens

should

sound

No

re-

ve-

la-

tions

pro-

found

Simp-

ly

lowered

in-

to

the

ground

That's

just

what

I'll

be

dead

in

the

dirt

So

blind-

ly

we

walk

the

winds

of

these

pla-

gued

streets

Dead

the

once

feel-

ing

part

of

me

Bring

forth

a

wrath

of

cleans-

ing

fi-

re

Here

now

in

man-

kind's

bleak-

est

ho-

ur

O

lord

di-

vine

please

break

this

si-

lence

Des-

troy

your

race

of

face-

less

li-

ars

Ne-

cro-

po-

lis