Those Born Of Suffering
- Dead World Reclamation (2021)You are listening to the song Those Born Of Suffering by Dead World Reclamation, in album Aura Of Iniquity. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
Unwanted child born of incestuous forays; hopeless, unbidden, downtrodden, dismayed
In life I shared this saga, our epilogue's the same
Cast to the wolves, our existence declaimed
Denigration, salt in the wounds. By torment we're nurtured, by affliction we're groomed
Take my hand through this Hell-scape, 'lest the maggots consume.
Those born of suffering, those born of hate
Congenital branding of tyrannical fate
O' thee, reviled, stand proud at my side
I'll give you the succor that you've been denied
Turn your back on this world, for it turns on you
We're unfit for their heaven, destiny bemused
I claim thee, born of suffering, the wretched, the accused
Those crucified for living, I deem thee recused.
Why would you look upon the damned?
O 'Specter, born of anguish, do you feed upon this pain?
Do you see me as a burden? Is my misery ingrained?
Am I fated for the gallows? Is this all a waste of time?
Is this longing merely folly, we're corrupted by design.
Those born of suffering, those born of hate
Congenital branding of tyrannical fate
O' thee, reviled, stand proud at my side
I'll give you the succor that you've been denied
Turn your back on this world, for it turns on you
We're unfit for their heaven, destiny bemused
I claim thee, born of suffering, the wretched, the accused.
Those crucified for living, I deem thee recused.
Those born of suffering, those born of hate
Won't you lend to me your malice for the world we desecrate?
Those born of infamy, a conception most depraved
Won't you join me in the mist, my child? All transgressions shall be waived.
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