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Havoc Vulture

Wonder how it would be to be the great Redeemer
the one to bestow upon you life and death
the one to poison you when you're down
or to be the one to hand you the crownofthorns –
when your hands are sore
(and) to save you from everything you care for

Are you bitter when you see how pale you are?
Do you feel hate without direction?

A kind of seed inside you that never blossoms
It is at the gallows end one forgets that everything
has to have a greater meaning
An unrecognisable call drags you towards the un-
spoken word
to suffer Martyrdom for the others

The Saviour cut off your wings, somehow just to
remind you that He exists

Those who wait for His salt with open wounds
have a way to go
the shadow of you must rest (first)

Though I ask, why do you dig your own grave when
others do it for you?

The force behind the hit cannot be mistaken
'cause He's the saviour with magnanimity and
...a light in the dark

Maybe it is intimidating more than lighting the way,
where is the road going? To a place where you
can wash the blood off your hands?

Where did the knowing go? ...With a saviour to
transcendental kingdoms
or to the valley of the forgotten?
behind the vault of the sky's mystery lies a dream
damned or saved, how could we ever know?


Havoc Vulture / Satyricon

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