Текст песни Misanthrope - Ihsahn
Bring
me
my
wine
And
the
head
of
the
world
I
will
drink
to
her
demise
The
subtle
art
of
decapitation
The
perfect
irony
of
such
an
end
Bring
me
the
flesh
Of
your
sin
and
repentance
Display
the
worlds
delights
This
last
meal
My
righteous
friend
I
serve
Thee
cold
Now
lift
your
cup
in
celebration
Indulge
your
lips
I
do
insist
Drink
up
drink
up
Long
ago
I
grew
deaf
To
the
echoes
of
my
footsteps
Long
ago
I
grew
blind
To
the
world
through
your
eyes
I
overcame
The
bleak
destiny
Of
your
lead
filled
convictions
I
prevailed
And
now
I
soar
relentlessly
Beyond
the
north
In
my
ascension
I
scorn
the
eye
of
envy
And
he
who
flies
is
hated
most
of
all
I
celebrate
the
distance
Over
which
you
spill
your
grief
By
your
belief
you
waste
your
tears
On
a
liar
and
a
thief
"How
could
you
ever
be
just
towards
me?
I
choose
your
injustice
as
my
portion"
Now
for
the
grand
finale
You
will
be
protagonist
This
tragedy
you
did
inspire
Crucifixion
with
a
twist
Bring
me
my
wine
And
the
head
of
the
world
I
will
drink
to
her
demise
For
this
last
meal
My
righteous
friend
I
serve
Thee
cold
1 Unhealer
2 Misanthrope
3 Scarab
4 Unhealer
5 Emancipation
6 Malediction
7 Alchemist
8 Elevator
9 Threnody
10 Monolith
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