Текст (слова) песни: Thyrane - Blindfolded

Inconsistent ideals tend to choke on their vanity, god-given laws to corrupt our sanity.
Fuck your values, and fuck your salvation, i laugh at inri and cherish temptation.

In the evershadowed corners of my soul, dwells the esoteric strength of mine.
For the glory of the Beast, i forever raise the chalice of wine.

You may be many in numbers but you are weak in spirit, deliverance through obedient submission?
Never have i trusted your words, your patterns are destined to fall apart.
I hereby blindfold my self from your illusions.

The "truths" that you forced down my throat, ill bleed all over you.
Tha hand that was promised to feed me, has always tried to strike me down.
Ive bit that hand with the teeth of Blasphemy,
and blace a trail through constructions of christianity.

Blindfolded i am, yet never have i seen deeper into your weak souls.
Cursed be thee, the celestial flock.
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Black Harmony
Blindfolded
Chaotic Profane Phenomena
Crimson Halls Of Blood
Crushing Defeat of the Triune Godhead
Dance In The Air
Devil Messiah
Enthroned By Antichrist
Envenomed Suicide Angels
Firework
Glamorana Demystified
Heretic Hunt
Human Weed
In The Shape Of A Demon
Insidious Dream of Inhuman Fear
Of Suns And Flames
Phantasmal Paranoia
Sacrifices
Satanic Ages Overture
Satanist
Sickening
Soulless and Broken
Symphony Of Infernality
The Symptomatic
Thy World Inverted
Worlds of the Prophet