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    Dimmu Borgir Blessings Upon The Throne of Tyranny текст песни

    Blessings Upon The Throne of Tyranny

    Infected by invalid behaviour
    While capturing the stench of divine putrefaction
    Confess to slavery for the world saviour
    Give praise and inhale the corruption

    The Enfeebled provides the fool
    The Disabled provides the tool
    The Apathetic demands the affection
    To those suffering from their own satisfaction

    Devour in self-deceit, conjure the righteous plague
    Testify todayґs contradiction, glorify tomorrows deed
    Inconceivable moral priest, hide in preferable dress
    Invite to another pleasure feast, the concealment of joyful laughter

    The decrepit innocence of your correctness and well-chosen
    Elicits the source of the need for immediate forgiveness
    Submit to no grace but the spiteful of your disease
    Apply to join the unlimited disgrace and a settlement in the skies
    And turn the confusion among your children into self-stimulation
    The incarnation of your prostitution, the true Evil in disguise

    With the ignorance from your cross as the witness
    The truth of your tragedy make you justice
    In your mirror the high spirit of kindness
    Looks like malice

    Condemnation of life by the living dead
    What a premature judgement, contradiction to the core
    How unfortunate I am, cursed to spend time on a battle already won
    The shame that will be guarding your grave says it all
    Retreat to the crypt and make it worthwhile
    Recall my sins furthermore but still be watching yours with a smile

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