Our first demo, more to come asap.
Cinders singe, my searing skin,
No escape, no way to win,
EMPRESS, OF THE BLACK,
EMPRESS, OF THE BLACK
Follow your queen,
If you know what I mean,
The glamour of fame,
With the blindness of faith,
She snorts, a gout of flame,
Rushes forth, calling your name,
Promise more, promise the whole world,
Give her power, that's what led to this,
Put on your plot armour, think it will save you?
Smoke and lies pour from her open mouth
Formed by the embers of what you used to believe,
Your god is a heathen.
Crippled eyes, with crippled minds,
Take the path, we'll take the sky,
THIS IS MY, CATHARSIS,
THIS IS MY, CATHARSIS.
And this is the way it will stay, until we make a change,
Sooner or later you will see, her mouth is an open wound
Odalisque, Odalisque, you are nothing, Odalisque.
released July 22, 2012
Recorded by Niall Dalton
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