Breath Of The Black Muse

Open your mouth, boy Just to swallow your teeth I will not pay the price for your self-inflicted grief My meekness lies there shivering and raped Trembling prophet Anointed wrath of God incarnate Cutting and tearing dissection Strangled and hanging before me Weeping and screaming become you Carry out your suffering Raise your fist, boy To bring upon your demise Never had a clue what waited behind these eyes Your body torn apart, you could not escape Trembling prophet Anointed wrath of God incarnate Cutting and tearing dissection Strangled and hanging before me Weeping and screaming become you Carry out your suffering Inspiration from your damnation Your breath blackens my lungs [x3] You marked the line to guide my first incision [x4] Breath of the black muse [x2] Inspiration from your damnation Your breath blackens my lungs Inspiration from your damnation Your breath blackens my lungs