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Sons of Perdition - Psalm of Warmth lyrics

Artist: Sons of Perdition

album: Psalms for the Spiritually Dead


A sickly albino found a bleary old wino
Stumbling his way through the dump
So he called to his gang, who answered with chains
To give the old drunkard his lumps
He fell to his knees and said, "Spare me, boys, please"
"For once I was young just like thee"
"From duty I'd run for fair bit of fun"
"You children remind me of me"
"O, you're not our brother," said one then the other
Of those moon faced and misshapen boys
So they tied him to a tree and they clubbed both his knees
And his sobs made a sad weary noise
Like "Ohhh..."
Ohhh...
He sang, "Ohhh..."
Then down in that glade, they took their cruel blades
And they flayed his pink flesh into ribbons
Yet still their blood boiled, so they doused him in oil
And as he went up in flames, howled like gibbons
I preach holy gospel, so take this to heart
Life rushes toward death from the moment it starts

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