Father, Forsaker
This bayou bleeds with a vengeance my unholy sickness
Their screams go unheard
Beyond trees and miasmic fog lies no hope for survival
There is no escape from my swamp oh so terrible
O Father, Forsaker
Why couldn't you save me
O Father, now look what you've made
A fucking monstrosity
Their shrieking drowned out by the insects
They're singing and dancing, their voices so elegant
Their choir symphonic, my slaughter hedonic
Their cries so cathartic, my terror so fucking diabolical
In this swamp there's no forgiveness
I must fulfill my lust for vengeance
Violence has become my sickness
Dare not face me all ye who enter here
God have mercy on my victims
Know damn well that I will send them
Straight to the gates of your heavenly prison
But at least they're now free from this existence
Chopped to pieces, dead in the mud
This swamp of horrors drenched in blood
Primeval hate flows through me
I'm evil, twisted, truly unspeakably wicked
Hideous deformity, Father's creation most sickening
O Father, Forsaker
Why couldn't you save me
O Father, now look what you've made
Signed your son, V. Crowley
Their screams go unheard
Beyond trees and miasmic fog lies no hope for survival
There is no escape from my swamp oh so terrible
O Father, Forsaker
Why couldn't you save me
O Father, now look what you've made
A fucking monstrosity
Their shrieking drowned out by the insects
They're singing and dancing, their voices so elegant
Their choir symphonic, my slaughter hedonic
Their cries so cathartic, my terror so fucking diabolical
In this swamp there's no forgiveness
I must fulfill my lust for vengeance
Violence has become my sickness
Dare not face me all ye who enter here
God have mercy on my victims
Know damn well that I will send them
Straight to the gates of your heavenly prison
But at least they're now free from this existence
Chopped to pieces, dead in the mud
This swamp of horrors drenched in blood
Primeval hate flows through me
I'm evil, twisted, truly unspeakably wicked
Hideous deformity, Father's creation most sickening
O Father, Forsaker
Why couldn't you save me
O Father, now look what you've made
Signed your son, V. Crowley
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Writer(s): Alex Madsen
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