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lyrics
You feel every breath sink in
Your memories trapped inside
The walls around you deepen
A doorway made of light
My voice will guide the way
in this regression sojourn
If your mind goes astray
I know not what will return
A father, cloaked shadow
His daughter bleeding light
The ritual sacrifice
The worship of the piots
In my blood holds a secret
I’d risk my life to keep it
A lineage bred divine
Our stillborn king arrives
His embryonic tomb
Placed on this tainted shrine
We consumed of his flesh
Bathed in his spoiled wine
Let my voice guide the way
in this regression sojourn
If your mind goes astray
I know not what will return
A father, cloaked shadow
His daughter bleeding light
The ritual sacrifice
The worship of the piots
I am fracturing the world around me
My screams echo from below
The god my father served has finally found me
The stillborn king takes control
I remember how his flock surrounds me
He cracked the shell of this forsaken womb
I remember how his hands would grasp me
My screams silenced, he resumed
Let my voice guide the way
in this regression sojourn
If your mind goes astray
I know not what will return
I’ve trained for my whole life
In the secrets of the mind
I say your name you laugh
Ego sum deus malum
Follow my voice towards the light
I can save you from what’s inside
Listen, as I count down from five
Then you can open your eyes
I wanted your weight lifted
A doorway shut inside
Black tears embrace your neck
I don’t know what survived
I remember how his flock surrounds me
He cracked the shell of this forsaken womb
I remember how his hands would grasp me
My screams silenced, he resumed
In my womb lay my father's secret
Placed in an embryonic tomb
My mother made me risk my life to keep it
There’s no repressing once exhumed
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