The Scarred Epiphany

Duration

6:12

Genres

Metal

Description

Lyrics

I woke up with my flesh severely ripped, “assassin” hideously carved on my chest. A man enraged telling me I flamed illusion, his daughter being a victim of my morbid zest. Fear and horror magnifies the memory to appear, violence being the storm that hurts ignorance. Formerly a child that conjured a friend in dreams, known now to be a mirror’s insane perdition. My other demon ravaged experiences, the interpreting forms of ethereal significance. Framed by days of torture and misunderstanding where pity was grieving its weary end. As a courageous image of a weakened self, I distorted reality not to accuse me. Desire being the luxury of a madman’s life, as torture reckoned a killing spree. Dubious manoeuvres framed my own will, the long dreamt love maimed by fear. He… lodged a carrier as a mislead saviour of women, angelical scenes twisting reality to appear. Reckoning the virtue of a friendly ignorance, my mind was torn amidst shadows and poverty. Despicable infections always stained what felt true, all ending as the blade fell on my chest… (A maniac’s righteous death!)