Dead limbs reach toward
Toward my tainted bastard blood
I give unto thee to forever be bound by blood
My eternity against what hell could conjure

I bled my blood in the pages
Letting my name rot for the ages to dwell in this realm forever
Bringing life to the dying embers

I am the lie

The crown of nails rusts to my flesh
Riddling me with burden upon every breath
Shrieks of horror echo through the mountains
Empty, though I'm surrounded by thousands

Focusing vision, now I can finally see
Rising from hell, bound to thee
I am a totem to your misery
Comе to me as I rot in history

I give unto thee, come to mе
Bringing life to the dying embers
As I rot in the sand of history
From bastard to martyr, I shall consume your pain

A totem of misery, I am your false hope
To carry you through this hell

In death, I shall remain with my bastard blood
Stained upon the crown that shall be handed down
To suffer amongst kings

Bringing life to the dying embers
As I rot in the sand of history
From bastard to martyr, I shall consume your pain

A totem of misery, I am your false hope
To carry you through this hell