Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Triptykon
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Victor Bullok
Composer
Tom G. Warrior
Lyrics
Lyrics
I am your shrine
I am your womb
You rest inside of me
My flesh shall be your tomb
Your words decayed
To foulest rain
A shroud of mildewed lies enwrapping your remains
Your body draped
Next to mine
Exposed to all unless they've chosen to be blind
You caused my sweat
To drop as blood
Soiling this meager ground of desecrated mud
Oh, your mind depraved
You've crucified yourself upon my barren grave
My fingers tenderly
Caress your face
I shall preserve my hatred until the end of days
I am your shrine
I am your womb
You rest inside of me
My flesh shall be your tomb
My fingers tenderly
Caress your face
I shall preserve my hatred until the end of days
I am your shrine
I am your womb
You rest inside of me
My flesh shall be your tomb
I've conceived you
I've destroyed you
You were stillborn
Inside of me
I've conceived you
I've destroyed you
You were stillborn
Inside of me
I am your shrine
I am your womb
You rest inside of me
My flesh shall be your tomb
My fingers tenderly
Caress your face
I shall preserve my hatred until the end of days
Written by: Tom G. Warrior, Victor Bullok
