Septic Flesh Razor Blades Of Guilt
Hedonism, power in life without end Morality and remorse banished An epitaph of useless beliefs and countless mistakes Left to the outcasts Those who were found guilty for self-torment Never admitting so. betrayed by their shiver While mutilating their happiness With razor blades of guilt Their voices rise like an irritating whisper To the AENAON fortress But there is no need for warriors That can not win thier own battles Razor blades of guilt No beggars are allowed in. to feast in sympathy This treasure is kept and shared With the beloved loyal comrades Wearing the title of the trinity Warlord, magician and king Hands are raised grasping golden cups In a toast for hedonism Power in life without guilt
