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Let me paint you a portrait of a man
whose very name would define in times to come all things profane
Born unto privilege child of aristocracy,
so tender the young mind, yet so unclean
His was a heart of darkness that beat within his chest
Breasting life into the crimes he'd manifest
Imp of the perverse on a bloody path he trods
Scribe of the unthinkable the marquis de sade
Outraging the laws of hate and narcissism
That to fight the incubation's but in vain
Nature inspires our tastes bizarre
She paints them only as they are
From the darkest corners of the mind as real
as the morning sun shall rise, just the same
He wove his written word with threads of flesh throughout
He promised things so frightening they'll turn you inside out
When terror's grip has set your soul is set aflame
Behold the architect of pain
Unearthing fantasies too savage to reveal
Twisting your world with visions centuries concealed
Was he philosopher or was he just insane?
Behold the architect of pain
Each tale black as pitch dressed in the colors of hell
Your dreams will fill with the sounding of the knell
Feel the looming shadow of the hungry guillotine
And you'll be blinded by the blade's fatal gleam
Outraging the laws of both nature and religion
Subjugation in behalf or her domain
Or so he believed with all his hate and narcissism
That to fight the inclination's but in vain
Nature inspires our tastes bizarre
She paints them only as they are
From the darkest corners of the mind as real
as the morning sun shall rise, just the same
Nature cannot bind you, you only need to serve unto her
Harming without stint or cease at the expense of whosoever may be
Their pain becomes your paradise, your lust their demise
Forced you to recognize
The beast within, he helped you to visualize
No desire to torment flesh and bone
The mind can cause far greater destruction alone
When the seed has taken root
It grows impure, your thoughts pollute
All things please nature, she has need of our misdeeds
We serve her as we sin
The bloodier our opus
The greater her domain and her esteem for us
Outraging the laws of both nature and religion
Subjugation in behalf or her domain
Or so he believed with all his hate and narcissism
That to fight the inclination's but in vain
Nature inspires our tastes bizarre
She paints them only as they are
From the darkest corners of the mind as real
as the morning sun shall rise, just the same
Déjame pintar un retrato de un hombre
cuyo nombre se definirá en los tiempos por venir todas las cosas profanas
Nacido a niño privilegio de la aristocracia,
tan tierna la mente joven y tan inmundo
El suyo era un corazón de las tinieblas que venció en el pecho
Breasting vida de los crímenes que había manifestado
Demonio de la perversidad en un camino sangriento que trods
Escriba de lo impensable el marqués de Sade
El ultraje a la ley del odio y el narcisismo
Que para luchar contra la de incubación, pero en vano
La naturaleza inspira a nuestros gustos extraño
Ella se las pinta solo, ya que son
Desde los rincones más oscuros de la mente como reales
como el sol de la mañana se levantarán, lo mismo
Él tejió su palabra escrita con hilos de carne a lo largo de
Prometió cosas tan aterrador que van a dar la vuelta completamente
Cuando agarre terrorista ha puesto su alma se incendia
He aquí el arquitecto del dolor
Revelando demasiado salvajes para revelar las fantasías
Torcer el mundo con visiones siglos oculto
Era filósofo o estaba loco?
He aquí el arquitecto del dolor
Cada cuento negro como boca de lobo vestido con los colores del infierno
Usted
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Exodus
Architech Of Pain
Architech Of Pain
Let me paint you a portrait of a man
whose very name would define in times to come all things profane
Born unto privilege child of aristocracy,
so tender the young mind, yet so unclean
His was a heart of darkness that beat within his chest
Breasting life into the crimes he'd manifest
Imp of the perverse on a bloody path he trods
Scribe of the unthinkable the marquis de sade
Outraging the laws of hate and narcissism
That to fight the incubation's but in vain
Nature inspires our tastes bizarre
She paints them only as they are
From the darkest corners of the mind as real
as the morning sun shall rise, just the same
He wove his written word with threads of flesh throughout
He promised things so frightening they'll turn you inside out
When terror's grip has set your soul is set aflame
Behold the architect of pain
Unearthing fantasies too savage to reveal
Twisting your world with visions centuries concealed
Was he philosopher or was he just insane?
Behold the architect of pain
Each tale black as pitch dressed in the colors of hell
Your dreams will fill with the sounding of the knell
Feel the looming shadow of the hungry guillotine
And you'll be blinded by the blade's fatal gleam
Outraging the laws of both nature and religion
Subjugation in behalf or her domain
Or so he believed with all his hate and narcissism
That to fight the inclination's but in vain
Nature inspires our tastes bizarre
She paints them only as they are
From the darkest corners of the mind as real
as the morning sun shall rise, just the same
Nature cannot bind you, you only need to serve unto her
Harming without stint or cease at the expense of whosoever may be
Their pain becomes your paradise, your lust their demise
Forced you to recognize
The beast within, he helped you to visualize
No desire to torment flesh and bone
The mind can cause far greater destruction alone
When the seed has taken root
It grows impure, your thoughts pollute
All things please nature, she has need of our misdeeds
We serve her as we sin
The bloodier our opus
The greater her domain and her esteem for us
Outraging the laws of both nature and religion
Subjugation in behalf or her domain
Or so he believed with all his hate and narcissism
That to fight the inclination's but in vain
Nature inspires our tastes bizarre
She paints them only as they are
From the darkest corners of the mind as real
as the morning sun shall rise, just the same
Exodus
Architech Of Pain
Architech Of Pain
Déjame pintar un retrato de un hombre
cuyo nombre se definirá en los tiempos por venir todas las cosas profanas
Nacido a niño privilegio de la aristocracia,
tan tierna la mente joven y tan inmundo
El suyo era un corazón de las tinieblas que venció en el pecho
Breasting vida de los crímenes que había manifestado
Demonio de la perversidad en un camino sangriento que trods
Escriba de lo impensable el marqués de Sade
El ultraje a la ley del odio y el narcisismo
Que para luchar contra la de incubación, pero en vano
La naturaleza inspira a nuestros gustos extraño
Ella se las pinta solo, ya que son
Desde los rincones más oscuros de la mente como reales
como el sol de la mañana se levantarán, lo mismo
Él tejió su palabra escrita con hilos de carne a lo largo de
Prometió cosas tan aterrador que van a dar la vuelta completamente
Cuando agarre terrorista ha puesto su alma se incendia
He aquí el arquitecto del dolor
Revelando demasiado salvajes para revelar las fantasías
Torcer el mundo con visiones siglos oculto
Era filósofo o estaba loco?
He aquí el arquitecto del dolor
Cada cuento negro como boca de lobo vestido con los colores del infierno
Usted
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
